but our sadness exposes a failure
Times are hard when you live life rough
I sit alive as long as one sits chambered
Bruised knuckles add to a broken heart
Survived poverty but done folks dirty
Bipolar emotions nullify my part
While her actions scream mystery
She stole my breath so I took her pain away
but I love like razor blade roses
Right path, wrong METHod smoking our life away
The life style of guns and overdoses
