A mad day, feeling fed up, tbh
Won't go into detail, but far from good
More shit tomorrow, mental gbh
I'd retire now if I could just afford
If I didn't have to maintain my kid
But it's never about me, never was
Maybe it was symbolic, facial bleed
The scabs are falling off now from my face
But mental ones are growing to replace
Them. Don't see a point, it's all so much waste
I've given it all a good go, but my mood
Is low. Just got to find a tranquil place
In my mind, wait for France, not for the French
If I was a tramp, who would give me food
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