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Forever Lonely Guy
Twizzler me up with the special kind you like.
I would've loved to try it, until I had to take the hike.
Now I think of Sbarro's and think of burning that table.
My sister even said this thing was always unstable.
I ignored her, paid the price, was infatuated with this.
Knowing that always in the end, there was a potential diss.
But not so soon, 5 days was just way too fast.
Only drove you once, barely stepped on the gas.
I don't know what to do with myself, how to talk per se.
Just another lost lover lost at the end of 2011's May.
I literally have dug a hole underneath hell.
So no one can see me, as far as I can tell.
Yet I hear voices who try to give me a rope to climb.
But as they pull me up, I get covered in their grime.
I just feel dirty, exposed, like I am open season.
Just like fleeting deer, I live life with no reason.
Just here as a punching bag, that's all I've been used for.
I'll just wait till I'm gone, and I am given the death door.
Everyday is torture, having to see her impeccable face.
Knowing that I am just allowed to look, cannot interlace.
Saddens me if I think of the past, and the possibilities.
This world must just hate me, all the f***ing monstrosities.
I'll be damned, but not surprised, if I go alone to the hereafter.
Because I get denied again & again, of happiness and laughter.
It's like everyone just toys with my mind like I won't go insane.
But I can only take so much, this is almost intolerable pain.
My mind reeks of more headaches then a 5000 piece puzzle.
Knowing that I can't find anyone for me, not even to nuzzle.
So I seat here at night with my phone about to die.
Because I text to feel connected, which is really no why.
No why, no reason, just to pass time by.
Because I am me, Forever Lonely Guy.