Being on the road to hell
Knowing not what to tell .
Experience, I’ve had a lot
Yet it served me not .
Promises I made ,& were made for me
But always one end,they drawn in the sea
My wrong doings seem to have reached an excess
But were all, out of stress…
Excuses yes ye yes,
I always find some for myself
This is the end hurray,
As everything is just fading away
