If I base my success on opportunities lost
Than I may as well quit while I’m ahead
Failure doesn’t exist when you’re dead.
Cross my arms, and fall into bed.

You have nothing to offer me
When I’ve lived in indifference for so long.
Today while looking through the classified ads
I remembered I don’t have any skills
Just mounds and mounds of unidentified pills
One, two, three, four
One pop, two pop, three pop, seventy more!

Oh, I would kill to be witty,
After a burst of sarcasm, silence could never be louder
And darling you can have it all now, because I don’t want it
But I’m so angry that I can’t fucking see
And I’m so full of hate that all I can do is bleed

And here’s another rhyming piece of me
That makes me close my eyes, pull my hair and scream.
No one ever gets the best
Only what happens to be left.