Island Of My Own

blablablaaaaaaaa.....

i wanna do something but i'm to fucking lazy
i look horrible and everything's a mess
my hair looks like a big freezy buzzy
something stinking up on my arm pits

do i do drugs?
am i alcoholic?
am i on pills?
hell no!!

may be its because of the haze
i can't see what should i do for future
the lights glaring i can't face
take me out of this torture

somehow somewhere i'm stuck
in the middle of the streets
crying and wishing for luck
To get me back up on my feet


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