Not a Johnny, but a Bravo (OG)

What's the point of even trying? When I'm the one that's slowly dying. Just take away everything, and make sure to leave me with nothing. Drink and waste the days away As my insides slowly rot and decay Guess there's nothing else you have to say to me. So, I'll just sit here and breathe I keep everything on a tight display All the colors eventually turn back to gray. Just another useless fucking thing to pay. Stay the fuck away from me. My mistake. FUCK!! [end]