Boy, can people let me down, I fucked up again, I find myself frown
I should have known not to associate
that association seals this moments fate.
Moments are chained to an interlinking span.
Consequences are forever, to escape I ran-
ran into the same old place, a little different, but that same old face.
Habitual stupidity, I self-diagnose. With unqualified administration,
self-medicated-comatose,
leading me back to this feeling of self loathe, that doesn't go away with growth. Stubborn my mind to reject the truth, not because of misconception, but a complicated sleuth.