if I go to sleep
don't wake me up
I need my rest
tired of all the mess
trying to clean up
all the mess I made
in the process of living
where there is no
forgiving let me live
or let me die
if I had a dime for
every time I spent
fixing fallen bridges
along with the time lost
by the time it was done
I had no energy to cross
nor a reason to do so
every apology made
for reasons unknown
trying to figure out
"WHAT I DO WRONG"
maybe breathing too loud
maybe my breath is foil
though I brush daily
hygiene impeccable
carry myself respectable
"I"M STILL IN TROUBLE"
I'm still the devil
a lowlife no matter the level
"DAMN"