When I was 18 years old I put a gun to my head.
Thought I’d be better off dead..
Left to sort through all these things that I can’t remember..
I decided to pull the trigger,
Now here’s what the angels said:
Damn boy you sure started out small,
On your knees you would crawl.
Put your head to the floor;
Took off towards the door.
Now it seems your kind of sick
Always grabbin at your dick.
Tough talk’n down the hall
All these people saw you fall.
But now that days gotta change;
shift, slide a round and rearrange..
Now that’s young a man’s game.
The hamster might finish first in his class.
But your still a dumbass.
might I love a nasty troll just the same
Point the blame?