This is a semi biography
Of what is happening to me
Burning the candles at both ends
Self destructing with fair weathered friends
I don't have any more wax to burn
And now I am sick, when will I learn?
I smoke, I drink, I survive on an hours sleep
But my soul silently weeps
Doc said I'm killing myself
Should be taking better care of my health
I told him I am on a slow suicide
And my soul and heart has already died
I have no safety net
And I have no regret
I have free will
I know what I do will kill
Don't care
Beware
But I am not as young as I once was
And I use the excuse ‘because….'
I just need a larger candle to use
To burn and abuse
I know it's taking its toll
But I'm just out of control
Don't worry Doc I took your advice
I've found a new vice
Don't worry about me
I've given up the ecstasy
Now that my health is damaged
And my body ravished
Fcuk self pride!
My slow suicide!
Don't worry like I said it's only a semi biography lol … although the docs given me a good talking too, I'll be back on my feet soon…nothing what a cold beer and a cigar wont sort out..lol
