Feeling like a wreck like I'm always a day late and dollar short
Stressed and depressed smoking on a Newport
Took my hands of the wheel and stepped on the gas
Mind is racing and this life I'm living is too fast
Lifes been a bitch and she's always been on the rag
Since birth been chased by the reaper to wear a toe tag
Always waiting for darkness to hit to begin my night life
Smoking and snorting anything to get faded
The devil as my mentor I was easily persuaded
Is there any hope for a fallen Angel born a bastard
To have a normal life is all I ever desired
©droneking
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