I am not here; I moved under the bridge,
to be with the sky, the stars, and the dark.
No problems, no pain, no food in the fridge.
I am BORN FROM PAIN, check wrist for my mark.
I know that the winter will be so cold
but not near as cold as that of my heart.
My soul is gone for now, I had it sold.
‘Twas unbearable; ripping me apart.
Now I will have to start over from scratch.
Not in this lifetime, but in the one next.
In this go ’round, I really met my match…
like falling in love by only one text.
I am ready to change the fucking game.
This one got scratched and it’s always the same.