Hose legs were a road less traveled, parting in ways only we could
understand. ok, am i just waiting for my whole world
to come crashing down all around me? knee deep in misery and
my own shit, I eat my way out to see if I can make it ok.
then I say to myself, which way is the right direction?
if all these years I’ve been headed in the wrong direction.
but I can only befoul myself myself so many times.
I am so fed up, my hand are shaking,
I’m so fed up
