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I am in so much pain....

I cannot go on

I do not know

How to be strong

I just try to get along...

I have been hurt for so long

Not the type of hurt gets healed by a bong

A real deep fissure

You know I really miss her

But it is not only that

I cannot quite combat

Some real issues that draw tissues

But when fixtures get in the mixer

It all just gets messed up

I do not know what the fuck

So I pray

I lay down what I can

I try to be a good man

When I can

Yet I am canned

I cannot stand not seeming to have

A purpose where I could be good or bad

But one where I could be a good Dad

That would be what I would grab

Until then I guess I will wear this drab

Being a little less than more

Still looking for what's in store

I know I still got some one to adore

And that is all I am looking for

Working at a store can be a bore

But it is what I seem to be meant for

I hurt on the inside

I know that I have try tried

To rise above

I think that I have found true love

But when people want to question me

It is like that they are just beckoning me

You could look on past the wreck in me

I know that I stand tall

I would not have to fall

If you want to have a ball

Just have a ball on me!

In a weird codependcy

My job is to make you happy

But I really fucking love you girl

One last thing I will say you are my world