For I am a poor and a wretched boy.
Woke up, threw up, showered, went back to bed.
Well I'm up again. I'm done. Last night was awful. I hated it. SO done.
I'm sick of "Where the fuck am I?"
I love everyone, but I'm done feeling like this.
No way I'm going back.
Never regrets.
But I'll always be a bull in a china store.
Well I'm up again. I'm done. Last night was awful. I hated it. SO done.
I'm sick of "Where the fuck am I?"
I love everyone, but I'm done feeling like this.
No way I'm going back.
Never regrets.
But I'll always be a bull in a china store.