12 stycznia 2012
lil man
If life is a job then i swear I'm bout to quit
cause i know that i cant handle any more fucking shit
my life is in pieces,yea its all fucked up
whats it gonna take to help me rise back up
i don't think it possible,man i think I'm stuck
the fact that I'm still alive is just dumb luck
I'm writing break-up poems like I'm some sort of bitch
i don't even need a grave, just find me some ditch
but i live for his smile,yea i live for his laugh
its funny how much he hates it when he has to take a bath
i don't know where I'd be with out my loving little man
thats why suicide will never be a plan
It's funny,i think i need him more than he needs me
because above all else a father ill shall be
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