pull myself out of the dirt im wondering why as my lifes passing by. sick of regrets. and sick of my lies aw im figuring out. that my pain is my pride jealous am i. while i constantly high. flying at night and dying inside. couldn't see through disguise. pushing close to demise while i can hardly. decide. how to handle my life. cutting these ties. can i change my whole life before i finally die can i prove that im right. that my words aint disguise. couldn't blame me for trying. but could blame me tor failing. couldn't say that id left you or abandoned your side.? when you were close to the edge i was right there beside. better take this advice while your plates still got fries. better wake up and fight. fact that the rage that was burning inside. wasnt based off Good times. i was a coward back then. still I fail every time.. but at least if i try. you wont hate me for trying. cause ill finally show you. you were madecby design. bjt the creature inside need correction inside. revenge. dishin it out like it was hamburger