Imperfect

tell me again how life isn't fair and as the poison sets in am i to say i don't care swallowing nails gulping pretty please bless you my son stay away from the pretty ones have i forgotten something here because it's been three decades since i've had a beer yet still the stains of regret paint pictures i can't forget and while i've tried my best i don't stay put out of desperation or the certain knowing that this wasn't a master plan and i know that rage was not an intention and yet i've got a knife to my throat and all i can do is laugh and say f... you because you don't who i am, yet