Just remember, the plastic rose will never die.

I'm sinned in the morning, cursed during the day, then killed at night.
I awake with mourning, evaded by say, then I suffer blight.

My punishment of living to the next day,
when will a reward come my way?

I read of those who survived,
I write so they know i'm still alive.

"'Sup? My name's Doug. That's God spelled backwards with a little bit of U in it."

Its not the matter of ending well, its the matter of just ending.

So what is you did something wrong? Go find someone who hasnt.

I am a glass half empty wanting to be full.

The light from the beginning of the tunnel fades,
I am approaching the dead end.

I used to think of you as someone who would never hurt me.