Born By Mistake
I keep my window open for fresh air
Just in case I jump out one day
I keep the curtains pulled for privacy
To block the suns rays
I can't get no sex so I do it myself
Just call it voluntary man slaughter
I live by getting away while I still can
Never finishing what I start
But no matter how hard it gets
I never thought about killing myself
That kind of thinkings gotta to stop
Because skydivers dive sometimes their chutes don't work
Dumped in dumpsters tossed in microwaves
Some of us were born by mistake
Copyright © Chris Jones | Year Posted 2021
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