How Do you Expect Me To Continue Living?
I Have No Possible Goals Besides The Ones That Consist Of Sinning
Started From The End, And Ended At The Start, Smart!
Nobody Cheered Me On, There's No Motivation
Arguements Over And Over Until My Tears Returned
Had To Be In The Streets Risking My Life Just To Learn
My Girl Lies And Cheats On Me Then Freaking Keeps Me
Just To Turn Around And Decide To Leave Me!
So Damn Confused Feeling Like I'm Gonna Lose
What's To Prove? 99 Dollars In My Wallet Right Now
I Ain't Fit, Rich, Or None Of That Sh*t!
Bummy And Classy Now That's My Style
Slick Talker And Smooth Walker Better Than A Pimp
Sensitive But Agressive So Many Switching Emotions
Blazing Eyes With A Sudden Look Of Depression
I'm 15 And Death, Music, Love And Women, Is My Obsessions.
Hm?.. by Tachi Valentino
This was written around late April 2006 or in September of 2006.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
