| Talk to me, before I fall over. Keep speaking, I want this high to be over. Iv had enough, I'm not as young as I use to be, and I'm sure I'm not as tough. Yes, I'm still here, and I'm caught in a relapse of coughing. This is fucking rough. If some one was shot tonight, my loud mouth would be blamed. Since it is me, I'm the one now with the wide spread psychotic name. Not that I care. Though, you could tune down your vision, look the other way, its rude to stare. Though, if you turned out to slit your wrist in a suicidal cliche, I think that would be fair. Iv known a lot of people that went no where. Iv been to Hell, and crawled out of there. Iv spoken to God, and he's spoken back. He told me, I needed to get my broken ass on the right track. I must admit, he's not how they perceive him to be. He's not a pathetic weak pussy, like all of you wish to believe. I know you might swear up and down I'm wrong, but I could swear I saw him smoking from a bong. Funny, it took a lover of the herb, to drag me off the curb. At gun point, he helped me change my mind. As we pulled the trigger on a fool who had reached the end of his line. He had ran out of time. Straight to his face, he showed me how to put some one in place. |
