Short changed
Down on love and fukt up on luck
Hoping for changes but nothing comes up
Crashing through moments
And sweating small stuff
Drowned in debris that falls from above
No sense of pleasure no sense of pain
An emptiness clouds my brain
Lifes disappearing out of frame
And I've only got myself to blame
I sent myself sailing down this drain
A drunken bore, a wine-ing whore
Drink the bar dry and asking for more
Smashed up on rocks for my final call
Glance to the skies as I lie on the floor
The stars aren't mine anymore