I'm worn out, and older now
Time is a trial that I'm sick of
I'm worn out, colder now
Time is a trial and I'm sick...

There was no alleyway in sight, but a light
From the quiet breadwinner of the night, battered sores
Watching many [?] sad boy
With the paranoia, porn mags [?]
He knew loneliness now was enough
For him to stay in the house [?] sleep forevermore
Keep your [?] lay there until sore
Someone's always too short, his own sad truth he was praying for more
Loneliness is a crown of its own
Not a street hustle, [?]
[?] afraid of [?]
Born into nothing, within what your parents own
In another place that could have been me
Natural state born, [?] born American free
Filtered out by rednecks [?]
Love of a different kind that was considered propriety

Worn out
Older now
Time is a trial
Worn out
Colder now
Time is a trial that I'm sick of
Worst shakes of his life every night
From the frying pan, guessing he might die tonight
As man spread methods [?] scribbled out tiny wretched corners
[?] and then he began to cry
Contemplated suicide by 19
Hovered over a toilet that'd recently cleaned
Packed all his things into three cardboard boxes
One for his parents, two for the garbage
Baby sat breathing, try to regain his carbon
[?] your spirit like birds in the forest
Dying was the only way to flourish
Told what you become
A sad sack of flesh full of no remorse
For the death you caused that I discard
His only way to escape
For whats in store
Vomit until you can vomit no more
Vomit until you can vomit no more