one less pint of whiskey in the world

yeah, you know the beginning, the middle

but not the end

i count no one as my friend

i’m a chameleon

constantly changing to blend in

 

but now the world is plaid

and i don’t know what to be

i have never been me

just what you expect me to be

 

and you wonder why i think

          truth is relative

and based upon perception

 

amid this deception

i’m too tired to blend

just want it to end

 

doctors quit praising my health

i’m sick of the stealth of death

i want this to be my last breath

so i remain self-injurious, self-destructive

death is so seductive

and i just want to play the fucking whore

 

but i’m bored with waiting

and like masturbating

i think it’s time to take the climax

          into my own hands

 

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