I sit here tapping on the keys,
a can of coke rests on my knees,
i really don't know what to write,
the sun has gone it now is night.
why am i here and where will i go,
i think I'm drunk-I'm going to throw,
the days of the earth have left me behind,
what have i got and what will i find.
why do those people outside my house cry,
the cracks kicking in-I'm going to get high,
why cant i die to end all this pain,
my life is like water, going down a drain.
p.s i am not drunk, stoned or suicidal .seriously .I'm not lying .stop talking to me .die.
