My notion is that I should be dead,
And I should disregard all you said.
Yet another year has passed me by,
And I'm still wondering why I try.
My throat is too fucked to scream,
That this world I know failed me.
Life is just manufactured and fake,
If I can enjoy it, it's money made.
You're not here for me when I need,
But you love helping my heart bleed.
I have made myself a very short list,
This new year I can promise you this:
I'll have some morals and discipline,
I won't live a life of lies and sin,
I'll find someone good to live for,
I won't turn into a degrading whore,
I'll treat people how I am treated,
I won't curl up and be defeated,
I'll be more then some easy screw,
Which means I'm different then you.
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