Let me begin by admitting that I'm a bastard
I get plastered when I have the time; it helps the time pass faster
Another human being recovering from my last disaster
I'm a product of my own predictions; I have scars that are self-inflicted
I've been to places of the deepest darkness
I come from a land of the broken hearted
My time was spent before it started
I can understand if you leave because I'm far from flawless
All my past is just ammo against me
Previous relationships have left me crass minded and empty
So bad sometimes that being inside sounds so tempting
I go blind and though I shine my demise disguise it's self as the best thing
I'm wrestling, in my mind whether I'm cursed or I'm blessed man
In my verses I could confess things that would leave a person with a wrecked brain
Regrets and pain about deceptive dames
And ignorant mother fuckers who don't respect a damn thing
About the Creator
David McZachary
My words are for the lonely, the brokenhearted, the hurt and angry, the depressed and the lost. I hope they help you to truly heal and to find yourself again. I hope they are comforting; so that you know you are not alone. You will make it!
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