I looked, I panicked, I saw, but your ass was gone /
Again on my own, punk living at mama’s home, still alone /
You strangled my life, you took away my aright, over one night /
Some times it feels like my life flicks like blink lights /
I can’t crawl up my shit pot, I didn’t even get one shoot /
Is this bad or hard luck, like seeing your girl licking your friends cock? /
These years I wasted, I feel but naked, can some one please replace it /
I’m honest I’m kind that’s me, I finished school I have never done felonies /
Is it crime, being the nice guy on the streets? Should I be the one who bleeds? /
My memories are getting heavy, bad luck all the time can be deathly /

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