Hose legs were a road less traveled, parting in ways only we could

understand. ok, am i just waiting for my whole world

to come crashing down all around me? knee deep in misery and

my own shit, I eat my way out to see if I can make it ok.

then I say to myself, which way is the right direction?

if all these years I've been headed in the wrong direction.

but I can only befoul myself myself so many times.

I am so fed up, my hand are shaking,

I'm so fed up