Riding my bike, I was hit by a truck...
I guess that my luck.
I almost fuking died, flash of my life...
Seen every sin I commited, all my strife.
I got up, off the road...
Walked downtown, like stone.
Act as if nothing hurts, my people turn on me...
Tell me I was a "dikhead" that what I alwayz be.
I was there, when they needed someone...
I was there when there partner was gone.
No, thats not enough so I punched a wall...
Crying on my shoulder, wish I could tell you it all.
How I feel, and what I keep inside...
When you said that I just wished I fuking died.
Take away, all the feelings of life being crappy...
Wish you knew how I really feel, would you be happy?!
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