Mr Rubbish

21 years old

And truth be told

I never had a girl to call my own

so many opportunities blown

but then again

Some of them end up with better men

I’m a loser with no social skills

feels like im in limbo

stuck bro but not sick enough to pop pills

See I only live because I’m scared of death

both the process and the aftermath

why would I kickstart it

Just to venture into the unknown dead and shit

Truly wish god answered me when I prayed

Instead I go to sleep every night feeling betrayed

by a deity I thought had my back

As the pillows are wet

From the tears that shed

Laying on the bed filled with regret

I could’ve done this and that

To get my life on track

But I fucked it all up

Now I feel dead in the prime of my life

a loser without a purpose, without friends or wife