MY CONDOLENCES

I couldn't love you worse.

Don't worry, you'll be manumit, my brother.

Appreciate and support yourself.

Say No! To self-destruct.

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Repetitively, I've been disconcerted, castigated

And somewhat more unwieldy to discern needs from wants.

Regardless of these feud, I never felt hopelessly smitten in a cleft stick.

I couldn't be too quick to have let my self esteem depreciate.

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I loved myself enough to show concern

And support other persons trying to break free

Or should I say in most cases figuring the slightest of idea to loathe themselves entirety.

Hence, I want you to take care of yourself.

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Each time the audience channels the affection

And I'm supposed to reciprocate, I get confused.

I wouldn't want to pretend, you and I are just friends.

I'm supposed to think less of your fragrance but I can't stop.

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Whenever I get to perceive Eau de Cologne of yours, I go skrt skrt

I'm tired of all of these gigs and trying to despise myself

In ways I can be more affectionate and enlisting emotions as a top prior.

Enough of the schmaltz, you brought nothing less than illfare.

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Let's talk about when I had nothing doing,

Slept in corners, tried coming up to you and

You shut the dude out, needed some credits

And you was less concern if a brother wanted to phone.

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A quick recap to twenty-thirteen

When I craved so much for Wendy's tatee

Finally had my way into her on the night of

January 21st and rounded it up exactly February 13th

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Phoned some months later that our Son died

An hour after gigging at Goonch Bar and striping for free

Blackout thoughts as I downed more nicotines

Death saves obviously, life couldn't sketch a soul.