sitting in the dirt with no shirt wile im hurt seeing a bird at the the church im on the verge cant think of a word I just diverge in the pain i gane im just bate its to late im ready to be ate i have a trait that i hate to ruin things the world just spins whats the point to live i just give life is just like a quiz one wrong thing your done my soul just got sucked its now dust lifes a bust you get rushed but you think its just fun but theres none shit just comes but you cant overcome