Why do i try to hide from the light from the darkness of my lie? What’ll make it better this time? Another puff from Mary Janes life tree or this rot gut whiskey that’s gonna kill me. They say misery loves company, well I’ve grown accustomed to it isn’t that something?
Anyways they call me jay, not everything I write Is dark and dreary just sometimes life it hits me. I usually write about love or give advice but just this time I’m having a rough fight.
