I am not a good person. My intentions are selfish and my life is a bore.
What the hell do you think I do good? What the fuck do you need me for?
I used to goals and aspirations. Now my life is lacking any celebrations.
When I was young, I used to want to see the world.
Now I only want to leave this world.
Do you seriously believe that there are “good people”?
Hell no, this world is pure evil.
You find someone you feel like you trust, they dull your shine, they leave you to rust.
The purest release comes looking down a barrel. If you do it, will anyone even care though?
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