Fuck it. Future me can suck it. What does he care he’ll be suffering Future me doesn’t care about nothing If he did he would recognize I exist In the same way he wishes I knew he did So past me will take charge Setting a path that drives me Reminding me I only take direction So that the other guy Who doesn’t have a chance Dies in the wreck Or hopefully won’t exist Fuck it. Why work hard when tomorrow shouldn’t come Wasted life Wasted potential Wasted time spent working towards only shame Can’t leave Thoughts racing Fuck it Run time is running long Story’s been told time again and again Just want to know when it will end Can’t say goodbye because of mom But Who has to say goodbye When I’m already gone Fuck it If you don’t floor the gas When I get in my way We’ll both spend an eternity Full of regret I hate you I love you I wish I never knew me The potential The promise The Embodiment of a lifetime of shitty decisions Instead of removing me from the Beginning we sit here in broken glass Fuck it I’ve Often said no regrets More often through the hard times Because who would I be without those Precious moments How could I be who I am With disregarding all those Horrific belittling moments A regret should be reserved for real mistakes Something truly desired to be undone I’ve known it for awhile just scared to say it If past me wasn’t there Present me would finally stop fucking with the man everyone wishes he would become Final solution To a valid problem Why want for more when you know it would only kill you faster After a life of selfishness I will perform one last trick Wasted life Wasted potential Classic me Fuck it.