My Version Ten Toes

Depression was the only life that I knew.

I wanted to die that was true.

I never said thank-you.

Expected people to worship me like religion, Hindu.

No I didn't think this through these emotions stick like glue.

Throughout all these years I still don't know what to do.

My heads filled with a bunch of dead bolts and loose screws.

I'm not amused, I'm quite confused, I feel very used.

These words you're screaming got me bruised.

Slurping up these bitches getting rid of them like booze.

In this game I will never lose.

You're simpler than fucking blues clues.

Can you find the paw print?

Hit you with a small whip.

On that ball you have no grip.

Let me rip your bitch off she's attached to my hip.

Say your suicidal, standing on the edge.

Bitch jump off do a fucking flip.

Laughing so hard I slipped.

The blood from your head dripped.

The only reason you're alive is the condom ripped.

Of all your pride you were stripped.

Walking round like you just got your dick clipped.

Careful walking like that gone get your tooth chipped.