Midnight

I don't want to be another inorganic mother fucker All I know is that in one hell of a cock sucker Wait for me and I shall show you the time of your life Tongue and cheek oh wait did I tell you I have a wife? Don't worry she cool, our marriage is failing but it's cool She sleeps around all the time She took everything from me but this dime Yeah, it's Canadian so what? I ain't gonna shut up about it What the f*ck, I fucked this up so easily What the f*ck did I even think about it All I know is that I need to think this through And that I'm not gonna sleep tonight I loved her with my heart but it got ripped from me We live together but she brings other men home Where the f*ck did I go wrong? is it the fact that I'm indecisive or the fact that I flirt with every woman I look at I'm controlling, easily jealous, and have psychopathic tendencies Like the fact that she doesn't call me daddy anymore, what the f*ck? Tieing up and tickling little bitches, that's sick man Or maybe it's my god complex? I feel worthless most days then god on the others It could be anything Guess I'll have to rinse and repeat And never admit defeat Hell it rapping to avoid the fact that I'm a fallacy and these vices never go away If you keep repeating these problems, you're the problem and should fade Once you think about that suicide becomes a problem Then who would make money? I know for a fact it won't be him or her She doesn't do any work, except that I want her to, I believe in them I truly truly do and I wish that they would see it Look at indecisive storytelling taking place And I think that i could do something good? hell nah i'm just trying to not cry tonight I get these ideas to avoid the fact that i hate myself, and think ill never amount to anything There's a reason i stopped going to school It broke me down and i broke myself down along with it. i was a shell left I'm terrified to do that again, and think about university as a flaw Oh well "i'll get deported if i dont go right?" i fuckin hate myself I wish i could stop, stop living, and stop everything Guess i'll have to think it through, suffer it up and cry every night Drugs are an outlet for people like me, to find themselves I've already found myself but so what Hey what happened to rhyming? i dont rhyme, i just wish i could hide myself in music "Before you went home" mother fuckers same reasons, choking n shit