I wonder...- bird

my mind wanders, as I wonder.... should I do anotha or jus slumber drugs fucked me up, ya they did a number your love fucked me up. it did a number ×2 used to be my baby , used be my lover now I can't tell you apart from the othas kno my ex bitch , she just wanna see me suffer got no brothers, drown my pain sex got pocket full of rubbers...... she cant understand what I fuckin mutter I said im fuckin leaving hoe, hit tha plugs number, 4 tha uppers nd I aint never coming back, yep shes sucker, stay breakin bread wit gang , last supper fell in love with me that very first summer what a bummer, stupid high at this point on my dumb & dumber way I kick these bars you think I was punter way to cluch , hit the off ballance jumper she say I'm the shit, iont even needa plunger smoke on sum trees, like Paul Boynon with the lumber feel like I be peep, cuz she underneath my covers lookin for a swisher, check underneath the cupboards yes I hit rockbotom, only can go upwards in GV now., never pictured suburbs drugs nd alcohol my spleens is gonna ruppture or maby its my liver, bitch want me tuh give er, my dick , she like holy shit !!, wait it gets bigger? seeing double too lit, too drunk sippin liquor just down my second, bartender anotha pitcher I wonder if she ever stubbles across our pictures what was she thinking , my first choice I'd pick her but it's not the same wish she had a sister sinister, how I feel so im prayin plz help me lord guilt is fucking killing me, why is life sucka chore things that used to excite me now just make me bord situation up the creak without a fuckin ore feelin lost without m my 1 and only, plz come back mi amore