It's Time
My life is a joke,
Just lies and deceit,
For some reason,
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet.
I miss the days,
Carefree and young.
Now my days are spent killing my liver and lungs.
Backward priorities,
No direction known,
I suppose it's time to face the seed I've sewen.
Failure and regret fill me up,
But no more excuses,
It's time to man up.
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