Sh*t Outta Luck
I try to breath,
but these memories keep overtaking me.
My fantasy world,
makes reality hard to see.
How long has it been,
since I've walked with my head held high?
How long has it been,
since I could look myself in the eye?
I put up my facade,
and give people my spiritual wealth.
But when was the last time that I said,
"I love myself." ?
Smile Roy.
Be happy.
Be merry.
Does anybody give a sh*t,
of the thoughts that I carry?
I can still see the sea in which I've seen,
but who gives a f*ck?
Nobody wants to love me,
so I guess I'm just sh*t outta luck.
By: Roy Quebedeaux
but these memories keep overtaking me.
My fantasy world,
makes reality hard to see.
How long has it been,
since I've walked with my head held high?
How long has it been,
since I could look myself in the eye?
I put up my facade,
and give people my spiritual wealth.
But when was the last time that I said,
"I love myself." ?
Smile Roy.
Be happy.
Be merry.
Does anybody give a sh*t,
of the thoughts that I carry?
I can still see the sea in which I've seen,
but who gives a f*ck?
Nobody wants to love me,
so I guess I'm just sh*t outta luck.
By: Roy Quebedeaux
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