Patrick Mullins
Destitute Road
Southbound going nowhereNo need to rush, no destinationOncoming traffic temptingPerhaps this is how I'll dieClear the mind of all the troublesYelling where nobody can hearThis seems way too familiarI broke down like this last yearWhere's the caring that you said you'll doQuitting on me when I needed you mostI hate you and I hate usWhen I die, don't raise a fussBlame yourself for all of thisAll you need to do is listenListen with half a heart to meInstead you want to fight, fuck offI don't need tension in my lifeI have enough alreadyNeeding a place to goStuck out on my ownSo here I am with you, but alone
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