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Come on and give me one,

Just hook a brother up.

Just chill and let me have my fun,

I'll take another cup.



You moron, what the heck?

Give me back my cigarette!

I need it, man, I'm such a wreck,

And soon this night we'll both forget.



You're all the frickin same,

And I've just had enough.

Not friends just cuz you know my name,

I need another puff.



I hate how I pretend,

That someone really cares.

I've never had a real best friend,

And that's what really scares.



Me, cuz I know I suck,

I may be annoying.

But that's just how I am, I'm stuck.

Maybe it's a boy thing.



It's like a flash-back,

I want my cash back,

Cuz this is how it's always been,

This curse that I'm incased in.

I'm lost as hell, and exhausted as well.

I'm not so well, a dizzy spell, I'll f it all and wave farewell.



I'd hate to lose it,

But it's so confusin.

I'll just refuse it,

I'll get tattoos to fuse with all my bruises,

And cuts, I'll tell you what's up,

I'll kick your butt, and I won't stop,

I'm actin up, I've had enough, don't give a f,

You've gotta see, I hate to be,

The way I am, it's all I can.

Cuz everything just leaves me singin,

I can't bring myself, I need some help.

I'm screwed, I'm done. I need to look before I run,

Cook me up and serve me on a hot dog bun.

With a coke and gum, for $3.01, with tax it's $3.27,

At the seven eleven, when you beat my head in,

Send me straight to heaven, from a life not worth livin.

After all that I've given, don't want to be forgiven,

Don't deserve it, too nervous, too screwed up I just threw up.

Cuz I blew up, woke you up, and spent this time doin all I could do not to go to red from blue.

      -Lo Ruhamah