Untitled #100
I know that I am unpalatable Something that's just too hard to digest And I will become the weight That's forever crushing on your chest I'll be the bad statements Your emotional flood run off Hidden behind poor excuses And poisoned by your exhaust
I hated watching your tail lights pull away
I know it's hard to love me I'm a complicated man I have mood swings all the time there's permanent bruising on my hands I have to take my medication So I can be stable as before my brain loves chemical dependency and is always screaming for more
A spoiled child lives in the hearts of all junkies
Anger issues didn't even describe it the rages I would get throwing things and smashing phones nothing more than a lunatic Holes in the drywall in every place I've lived Because I was immature and ruthless The whole fucking world revolved around me It turned out I was completely clueless
No shit.
