You've had to watch all your friends die through cataracts, pain, and fucking styes. and now you hate your life and anytime you start to cry and when I leave i think will I ever see her again? can she hold on with fleets and xanax? i lean over and give you a kiss no longer sugar now crusty lips. you still pray to your good god, good god this is hell. I'm never gonna get that way (it's so goddamn sad)