"I thought I had a good chance
Instead I was walking into an empty apartment.
Not a streak of paint just cream plaster,
not a cracked tile just grey cement.
There were no hopes
There lied no dreams
Nothing was broken
Nothing was perfect
It was like a blank canvas
Of unsure potential.
I told myself I would be the keeper."
All your lies you told me. Had me believing like a goof. I was blind, wasn't I. The plan you launched with her. I should've seen everything. The fact you were avoiding questions. I take all my words back.
I wish you luck, but not the best.
And you, crazy bitch. My eyesight pwns yours, so stfu. And if you're not happy you can go fuck yourself because I don't care. You're a sad lonely old woman, fuck my life for being your child.
I must've murdered someone in my past life to land where I am. Shit hole, I want to get out of this shitty place I'm forced to call home.
Stupid.