Lost in confusion,
His life is ruin.
By torcher and hatred.
Hes gonna lose it,
He cant take it.
The Fakes,
All the mistakes.
He feels like,
He's traped behind broken gates.
The tears he tasted,
Feels like his life was wasted.
Mom locked up,
Pop popped up.
He has aids,
I guess he's outta luck.
Lesbians calling him names,
And still,
His girlfriend keeps playing games.
His family keeps puttnig him down to the ground,
If he dies tommorow,
I hope his body isn't found.
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