What's Left?
At the end of my rope. Nothing left I care for. Nothing left to find joy in. $10 to my name. Failing at my work.
Everytime things seem to be working, it falls back apart worst than before.
What's left?
Who even cares?
I need pills and booze.....
Everytime things seem to be working, it falls back apart worst than before.
What's left?
Who even cares?
I need pills and booze.....