i quit my job,

because i'm not the worth the pay,

and i don't care,

when others say,

i'm a low life,

just another worthless,

piece of shit living on the streets,

because it's all my fault,

my opportunities sank,

because i chose to fall for someone,

who only drank,

and now i only think of you,

when the sun is gone,

and i remember,

i stole your knives,

because they are the only things,

that can keep me alive,

and maybe if you disappeared,

i could happily survive.