Lyrics

he don?t remember to much these days. but he wonders if it?s near the end. don?t work he don?t make money. but he?s got no bills to send. where?s john ain?t that my friend. where?s he going with my woman. you know he fucked up for real i might beat his ass. can?t sink cause i?m sunk. my niche of knowing?s a rut that gets deeper by the day. soon gone away. too proud to shed any tears. too old to have any fears. and getting closer to my grave. i?m sick of needing your love in this place where i?m stuck when happiness and sane aren?t the same. where?s god is faith for no end. and all this world was just for living. now boy that?s fucked up for real when what?s good and bad doesn?t matter we?re all just dead.