Parental lessons of addiction and poverty were taught through actions
Fate dealt a bad hand and I pull the short straw omitting most options
Though I hold guilt for all of my sins I regret no past romances
I hold more pain even if my tears didn't fall during the last interactions
For this last year I attempt to recall the details or any events
But all that's remembered is pain both presently and past tense
I wonder if he felt this alone and cold that fateful December
Tears expose problems to see past pain, so my agenda exposes an end to forever
How is depression only in my head if my stomachs sick and energies down
I guess I'm the king of pain covered in regrets and condemned with the crown
Many different woman found me for sex but none of them would stay around
Cry for help and beg for mercy while tears as loud as silence crash into the ground
