Rooooo Leeeeeee Ssssseeeee. Rooooo Leeeeeee Ssssseeeee. Rooooo Leeeeeee Ssssseeeee. You can release you know. You can help. If money’s irrelevant to you. Well what if it was. And I had none. Well then I guess you get group play instead of one-on-one. How the fuck, am I supposed to go talk honestly and suspect a good outcome when I can’t even say this shit to a loved one. So gotta say it in a group where privacy isn’t the number one priority? Well gotta run, it’s been a long one. I’m tired of being numb. How the fuck do I know these mother fucks got honest intentions. How the fuck do I know they’re here on their own, and won’t tell anyone. Nope I don’t give a fuck. Guess I’ll die with this, or maybe to the first responders who pick me up. Cause yo I’m done. Probably won’t even make it inside the truck. Because I’m not leaving a single chance, not even the smallest ones. I’m dying and done. I’ve been hold too long now, and the phones are just being rung. Never connected to somebody not once. Only time I did, I fucked everything up and destroyed that love. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done. Hand me the one. Hands the ones actually capable of actually helping someone, instead of caging beating, abusing, gaslighting or neglecting someone. I almost forgot. I’ve spent nearly a decade on the back burner because I’ve been on the run from all the blood untouched. Laying in a pool of blood got me thinking this is the closest I’ve ever felt to love. I actually feel like one. I actually feel like one. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done. I don’t give a fuck cause I gave to much. I’m really done I’m done.
