I am whatever you say I am.

My life is a dead end street, on a boulevard of expectations I”ll never meet. Expected to take the easy way out, Never fitting in to what you’re about.

Meaningless existence.

Meaningless life. 

The few things I had I lost, stabbed in the back and double crossed. My wounds will never heal, don’t you dare try to tell me how the fuck I feel.

From the heart, we gave it all. To kids like us friendship is all we got.

No family, No dreams. No future. No aspirations of better days, Just a head full of downing thoughts and a heart full of hate.

You were never my friend, the bridge you burnt will never, ever mend.

You were never our friend, the bridge you burnt will never fucking mend.

Pick it up.