Almost

Hello my name is almost,

I'm turning into a ghost ,

What I hate the most, is that I'm always so close.

I hit the eye but not the bulls never was any good following the rules,I waited my turn and Im last in line,just checked my pockets don't even got a dime.

It's been clear skies all day ,

But when I leave it begins to rain, damn I just mist the last train, I'm always in some kinda pain.

I need a health risk,I don't even want to exsist,nothing more I want then this ,nothing matters I won't be missed,

I pray all day alone,

Praying to the Lord to take me home,,but I think something else something worse ,,I'm gonna out live us all and that's my curse.