Sadness with a tint of depression.

Single and ready for a Pringle
oh look at all the books on the shelf

time to go fucking kill myself
I should get out of the living room

for I won't be living-boom!

Mad and stressed
Sad and depressed
Tired and alone
Threw away my phone
All I hear is lies
Don't look into my eyes
All I see is bitches
Leave them in the ditches
I'll stay away from you
You already knew
I don't want to be alone
But can I atone?








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