Always seems like a good idea until you look at yourself in the mirror and realize how disgusting people are. The things they do, the things they think. It’s as if we are trapped in these molds that help us to achieve our wrong doings and feel the pleasure of skin on skin.
And we’re all sweaty and we do nothing all day, just sitting on our asses getting nothing accomplished and aiding in our decay with choice drink and smoke.
And then I take the walk up the drive with tired eyes for tired smiles.
The mistakes we make do not make us.
We’ll do what we want and pray our bodies forgive us.
Don’t we know another way to live.
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