ForTheRush
Bluelighter
Thinks hes seein things through the wrong eyes, God damn they fuckin picked the wrong guy, To mess with, to test, obsessed with, the stress, just like the rest, always tryin lyin and dyin to be the best, so he walks around with pent up rage up in his chest, all hes lookin for is that match and none less, but its like tryin to fight a war gun-less, Inside his mind he rewinds all the times he was left behind, feeling like the last in line none of a kind, a true companion is a rare find but just because they're your friends they're not mine, even tho he acts like he is hes not fine, Thinkin bout his options but hes got none, so he blew his fuckin head off with a shotgun.....
