Ummmm.....

Its raining, its pouring, my lifes is kinda boring
my whole lifes a cry for help but my cries are replied by snoring
nobody loves me, nobody ever did
people have different views on mupet but to me im juss a lonley ass kid
labeled as a runaway, misfit, alcohol, a peice of shit that my moms tried to rid
well she did
and the love i had i no longer knoe what to call it
see im fallin, im fallin, and i cant get back up
and whats worst is to my love, i was just a fuck
a lonely writer runnin a muck
a homeless writer runnin outta luck
a bum sittin on the corner beggin for a buck
my life sucked before i departed
and they say home is where the heart is
but im heartless
so i say home is where yases car is
but its not the same home that i started
been thru the gardens, anaheim and cypress
thats where my life is
but now im lifeless
now i wander the streets wondering where my life is
asking people what time it is
man this isnt the life i planned to live
i guess where all dealt different hands
but what matters is how you deal with it
and yee i miss my mom just a little bit
but ill never give into the closure drugs represent
i yell repent with my writing
i never agreed with the war that were fighting
so now im locked up askin for help
but no1 wants to help cause im locked up
im locked up in myself
but if i can give advice i suggest dont get caught in your wealth
cause what really matters is your healt
and if you fall in love dont keep it stealth
if you show no love no love will be felt
i once made that mistake and my heart still melts.


eeeeeee whass good with that
if that dont make you said then you have no soul
haha(:
hallelujah hollla back
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