Lost too many good ones

Fell for too many bad ones

S***. I am a bad son

I can't find no balance

I can't find no talent

Looking in the mirror and asking what I'm lacking

Well,actually you have a good road ahead

But you're too busy hoping your head was full of lead

So lay in bed

Let sadness wash over you like a blanket when you're cold

It'll always warm you

Mentioned it before but time has really run through

Brick wall is what I've run into

Heart,mind and soul ripped in two

Five months ago I told myself I'd never write again

Here I am now stuck on the ground writing with this pen

I just want it to end

I just want to mend

Knuckles sore and broken doors what should that tell you?

Keep thinking because I don't even know

I don't know anything anymore

Found a good one, now can't have her no more