Cold

When I die I know I won't be missed I would
have done you all a favour from blokes to chicks
A selfish man and now go a hopeless mist of cigarettes and gin
Be for my potent pig
I wrote you this for a rest in peace
Might as well do it now before you wreck my dreams
You stole my mind form and my self esteem
Like a sky high storm while I felt the freeze
A helpless breeze made it all so simple
Made me realise I'll never see my face with wrinkles
Falling down a hole of hot flames in the ring field
Of thoughts of the days I'll never see ya sequel
I'm hanging from a cliff
Scarred and battered
Waiting to slip
And when I fall I'll be calling this
Scarred and magical actual shit