There are things I never thought I’d do,

Somethings I had to go through till I’ve understood,

Lies can be as truthful as the truth can get 

Don’t stand from the outside and point outliers,

Later you will land on the same lane and expect sympathy.

I still leave a rose on the same ground to show some empathy.

Hellhounds in my head are growling, I feel like a psychopath.

With Crowley around deals are never settled,

Should have handled things handed to me,

Now I feel branded to regret, it’s a vicious tag.

It’s these cats in the bag I want to forget about,

My mental staggers when mittens are handed for a boxing gloves,

There were things I wasn’t ready for, I hope they understand.

I wonder if you were here would I be brawling every day? 

It’s a blessing and a curse, 

forever crawling between grateful and guilty.

I am still dressing for a lawsuit in a filthy suit. 

It's a pity to watch myself depressed from the hill.

I wake up every day and chase something to fill this void,

House, money, cars, cards and karts, I feel like a retard.

Funny how in this casino my cards are folding a lot,

The risk is eminent, it’s a stack of dominoes holding my reputation. 

Try to rise above my regret the older I get.