Choose life.Choose a job.Choose a career.Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television.Choose washing machines,cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers……Choose DIY and wandering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing,spirit crushing game shows,
stuffing junk food into your mouth.Choose rotting away
at the end of it all,pishing your last in a miserable home,
nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish,
fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose furture.Choose life……
But why could I want to do a thing like that?
i never should have walked away i should have been there for you baby i know I handle this all wrong i sware ... i didn't know things would never gonna be the same and I know I'm the one to blame i've gonna left you torn babe but I didn't know...