Cemetary

Cemetary

By: Nick Workman

 

Somedays,

I feel I wanna walk away.

I don’t know what the f**k to say.

Curtains closin’ on this f****n’ play.

Ok, let me take a breath or two;

Let me take a puff or two.

Hold it ‘til I’m turnin’ blue,

Kinda like your girlie do.

I’m twisted like a curly-q.

But who knew I’d have a clue,

When I’m always off the f****n’ wall.

Trip, slip, tumble, fall.

Musta been the alcohol

That did this to me after all.

There we go, place the blame.

That way there’s no f****n’ shame,

When you lose this f****n’ game.

Try to remain tame,

So no one will judge you.

But no one will love you

The way you want them to.

If they knew the real you,

They just might hate it,

So might as well fake it,

Cuz this addiction, I can’t shake it.

Just take it.

Trade me mine for yours.

I’m tired of passin’ out on floors.

I’m tired of retarded w****s.

S**t, I’d even do your f****n’ chores

Just to rid myself

Of this pathetic lack of wealth,

Of deteriorating health… hold up…

I’ll take the bottle on the top shelf.

Chug it down,

‘Til I f****n’ drown.

A king without a crown.

Open the chamber, put in one round;

Put it to my f****n’ head;

Layin’ in my f****n’ bed;

Pull the trigger ‘til I’m f****n’ dead;

And layin’ in a pool of red.

And when you wake me up,

Half-dead and out of luck,

Ask me if I’ve had enough

If you really give a f**k.

I’m screamin’ for help,

Cuz I’m killin’ myself.

Support from someone else

Would probably cool this hell.