I HAD A PLACE to call home, but I forfit for a pocket full of gold
I once was someone to be, but then shackled to the weight I buy into, it has now became an addiction that out weighs my real desire to win back that weight in full. Im full... but desire I admire, winning all but a smile I devour countless sums of what i can never offer. Im bleak and weak, destined to be deceased. decrepit and a mess, I dont ever want to go back, for the good is gone, and all I offer is my debt for someone else to hold on to. Thanks but no thanks, I cant begin to see my wavered path through no thoughts of my own, control my shepard and control me bahhh sheep. Im cheep to be good, but good is never cheep, keep me in mind if you ever wanna throw me a rake, so I can shift through my undeserved waste.