27

I never thought I would live past twenty seven
A place rife with strife and incompetence
Neither did I think I would make it to heaven
And I know you believe I'm incompetent

I use to be vital and beautiful
Now I'm just a composite of dirt
Denoted by my struggle
Acknowledge the police and avert

For I have become a stranger within this prison
Kept between faith and reality
Stuck in an omnipotent addiction
And now we have no commonality

I wish I was deaf
And my candles burn at both ends
You're just indifferent
So what does society tend?

Fuck your old friends
Go to Canada and join a gang
I'm just to you a dead end
And I heard you in the distance as you're drum clangs