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THIS IS FINE. (Explicit) - Free Throw
Everything is burning in the flames
How can I complain when I am doing just the same
Yeah no shot I just pretend and ignore
While I'm doing all I can to convince my legs to stand
Or to lift a single hand
But all commands have been erased
Erased all of my money
To help my focus shift
It didn't help so I here I sit
Blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to I found a match and I lit it
How the hell have I been
Okay
I've been sitting modding skyrim for days
Slowly wasting away to nothing
I built a giant list with all the things I want to change
After countless hours spent
I got distracted and I never played the game
Yeah that's my life story
God **** I'm so ******* boring
Burning through the days every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting
Until I truly feel that
All my years have disappeared and have been pissed away
Pissed away my money
To help my focus shift
It didn't help so here I sit
Blaming myself for all of this
When I didn't have to I took the match and I lit it
My roots have grown down
My last chance has long gone sailing
To an unknown town
Far away from all my failings I'm on my own now
Left alone desperately inhaling smoke
Destiny is making jokes I think that fate has failed me now
My friends are out on my front porch
But I just sit and ignore them
I'm burning through the days
Every week bursts into flames
And the months they keep on melting
Until I truly feel that all my years have disappeared
And nothings ever gonna change
Change is all that's in my name
Burn through all my money to distract me from the pain
Yeah no shot
I'm depleted and I've conceded
Someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
Cause it always seems to pour every time it ******* rains
Yeah that's my life story
Yeah it always seems to pour everytime it ******* rains
I'm so ******* boring
I think someone from the future must be pissing on my grave
Yeah that's my life story
I've gotta feeling that this **** will never change
Yeah no shot
They're breaking down my front door
And I'm face down on the floor they drag me outside it is pouring
Does fate speak in metaphors