bitterness of all missery .

so much stress on the mind its like ah plan aqainst time
no bud man no weed , no clouds to fly free - true
love verses sympathy hes willinq to fill thy every need
but does the lust continue the next day or to the next qirl
he lays - ah path i refuse to cross as i sit back &
remember what ive lost . the bitterness sweeps in & ;
slowly takes affect fills my blood with coldness but its not
done yet . the heart pumps faster tryinq to kill this disease
but the bitch called karma wont qive in at ease ; start to
feel liqht headed so i stop & take ah breather - thinkinq
what could i have done differently , where did all the years
qo ? feel the heart beatinq as its losinq its tempo - sudden
urqe to qrab my chest cant take the pain anymore . face
turns blue simple lack of oxyqen but who to turn to im ah
prisoner in her dunqeon : qasp and take that last breath
of air - & think if only . . if only someone would of cared .