i thought about given up bit its funny i jus begun fuck my sobber thinking id rather face a bunch of blunts in the Twilight of darkness i can feel my soul sinking farther but carry on regardless of the consequence too many wordless encounters left me in suspense but in my misery i drank hi tech n inhaled Ls you cant wash away these feelings a half a century can past n i bet you still feel them they're scars that stay open, not healing slowly rip you apart , limb by limb breaking down my mental, while loading cigarrillos sleep on my kushy pillow days go to fast, and weeks jus don't last why can't we go back to days gone past i get drinking n think like that not living right bit stuck with this life if you can call it that