Dazed and confused
I shall walk through this day
While this alcohol abuse
Helps corrode all my veins
Consumed by this weight
I shall try to smile
Try to laugh try to fake
Another good time
Well, god damn it
I've fxcked up again
It's not like a planned it
To turn out like this
God damn it
I've fxcked up again
I've fxcked up again
Am I shaking
Can I not hold still
These tremors are making
My blood boil
I guess I deserve
Every moment of hell
You can observe
How to kick me down
Well, god damn it
I've fxcked up again
It's not like a planned it
To turn out like this
God damn it
I've fxcked up again
I've fxcked up again
Well it's not my fault
And it's not okay
This cold hard steel
Pressed against my chest
It's not my fault
And it's not okay
That cold blank stare
Shows your ashamed
Well, god damn it
I've fxcked up again
It's not like a planned it
To turn out like this
God damn it
I've fxcked up again
I've fxcked up again
"It's not like a planned it"
- I think a should be I. But, at the same time you can use a while singing or even speaking to give it oomph. Like kinda, I'ma, stuff like that. So, I may be wrong. But, I've pointed it out just in case
The poem/song itself is really nice. I liked the emotions through-out it. It wasn't too much, even with the cursing. Everything seemed to flow well and go well together