Empty, a pulled plug that's how I'm doing, ultimately I've given up on all the goals I'd been pursuing, I've given up on everything, I wish it was a joke, but nothing in my life's the same so how am I to cope, with no hope, no happiness, no beautiful woman of my dreams with sweet lips for me to kiss, just all the shit I've lost and have been made to dearly miss, throw in a twist of melancholy and how can I resist, depression a feeling I don't wish to regenerate or recall, darkness falls and my world gets gloomier than the shadows of Castle Grey Skull, and above all I just wanna crawl into the corner of a empty room, alone, and never will I stand beside another woman as a groom, never will I have a fucking second wedding day, I put that much on everything best believe me when I say, I was always realistic rarely did I flirt, call me clairvoyant because I fore seen me getting hurt, but still I fell for you my little babydoll, like going zero to sixty then crash, driving straight into a wall, a barrier nothing's scarier than not having complete control, and fighting hard against the wheel takes a certain kind of toll, not the kind you pay the troll hiding beneath the bridge, but a toll on your mental abilities do you follow and can you dig, not to mention the emotional charisma that it drains, like an outdoor party for your birthday, all is set just as it rains, and as the storm clouds keep rolling in and all the things that might of been, therapy equals paper and pen and the difficulty of where to begin, if your smart you begin at the start, just don't put the mule before the cart or mention anything that could possibly tear your world apart or leave you feeling empty with a completely broken heart, and don't hold back let it loose and be allowed to spill, explain in much detail precisely the reasons why you feel the way you feel, what's the deal with why you can't chill, all the reasons you wanna kill and all I ask is keep it real, I'm not fussing about cussing we all know my language isn't great, but for the love of God like me try harder to use a little more restraint, you can't take everything thrown your way to your head or to your heart, taking all things personal is what tears our worlds apart, the best advice I've got for when life gives you tons of shit, is try to remain calm and learn to forgive and forget, if that doesn't work the contingency or for the layman's plan B is grab your I.D. and the money out your wallet, hit the liquor store and just become a raging alcoholic.

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