Cudos to the guy who walks through hell with a smile.

I must be celibate because I don’t give a fuck.

I never found life worth while.

People ask me, “what’s today?” I respond, just another day to me.

That’s my reality.

I don’t care to breath you’re stupid air.

I’m aware that, life’s not fair.

So I drink until i get obscene, then I smoke until I get serene.

Now it feels like a dream.

I know I’ll never wake up.

I apologize for the air I take up.

Its not my choice. I like being alive, having a voice.

But if I could not be human it would be ideal.

Shit seems surreal.

The whole appeal,

I sit I kneel. I lay I pray to see better days.

I hope I can find some dope to take me higher than the shit I smoked.

That’s my fantasy to be somewhere you cannot be.

I don’t owe you an explanation.

I’m this way because I want to be, fuck off.