Slowly but surely I'm losing control
I'm sure I'll go crazed if I don't tell a soul
I sit here and all I think of is myself
Amazed only now that I wish for good health!
Ha! You poor fool! Only now do you see?
You finally are what you set out to be.
You're a loser, a fake, a pretend and so nice,
So much so that the only ones that would look twice
Are the fellows that you would just not entertain
Because you're a loser, a fake and so vain.
Even now as you sit here engulfed in self pity
I fear I shall drown in your self made sick city!
The stench of your guilt my poor heart does it break
The breath from my lungs does it solemnly take.
The world will keep turning and light shall keep burning
And hopefully others will continue learning
Without finding out that it's all far too late
The last thing they need is your transient fate.