This is probably not worth your time, it's not really so please save yourself these precious moments and take back the time I'm stealing from you.
That's kinda me in a nutshell - not worth your time, not worth anyone's time. I'm here, just an empty shell - tired.
CTB would be the dream, unatainable because although I'm so broken, to achieve the peace I so crave, I'd end up damaging 2 of the brightest most innocent stars in this dark and callous world.
I have 2 kids, they look at me still, I wish I could be more for them, I wish I was someone else.
I don't know how my life turned into this, looking back, my life was always this.
Only good for when you need something, someone to perform a task, be useful, I don't know how else to survive.
A life of servitude, a shell for others to use, it's the only affection I know.
The mask slips all too often now, its harder to disguise the nothing. I work, I work like a dog, only to try and still be valid, still be worthwhile to someone/something. No one really cares - why should they, everyone's got problems, we're all broken.
WHY ARE YOU SO SPECIAL? - I'm not, I promise I'm not. There are no redeeming qualities in me. I am a mess, always was a mess.
A lying, cheating, unreliable, useless waste of space and air. A thief, if you're still reading this, this time is time I'm stealing from you.
Theft is where I take something from you, your time in return leaving you feeling empty and betrayed.
What did you think you'd find here?
I'm not worth your time, I'm sorry.
I'll forever be sorry, please forgive me.
That's kinda me in a nutshell - not worth your time, not worth anyone's time. I'm here, just an empty shell - tired.
CTB would be the dream, unatainable because although I'm so broken, to achieve the peace I so crave, I'd end up damaging 2 of the brightest most innocent stars in this dark and callous world.
I have 2 kids, they look at me still, I wish I could be more for them, I wish I was someone else.
I don't know how my life turned into this, looking back, my life was always this.
Only good for when you need something, someone to perform a task, be useful, I don't know how else to survive.
A life of servitude, a shell for others to use, it's the only affection I know.
The mask slips all too often now, its harder to disguise the nothing. I work, I work like a dog, only to try and still be valid, still be worthwhile to someone/something. No one really cares - why should they, everyone's got problems, we're all broken.
WHY ARE YOU SO SPECIAL? - I'm not, I promise I'm not. There are no redeeming qualities in me. I am a mess, always was a mess.
A lying, cheating, unreliable, useless waste of space and air. A thief, if you're still reading this, this time is time I'm stealing from you.
Theft is where I take something from you, your time in return leaving you feeling empty and betrayed.
What did you think you'd find here?
I'm not worth your time, I'm sorry.
I'll forever be sorry, please forgive me.
