I always pictured you a little taller, with more hair on that face.
That stoic silhouette stared me down. Put me back in my place.
I don't mean to offend. My attitude may just be misplaced.
But I been alone here and not once in all these years did you offer me a saving grace
and that strikes me as offensive

I know I should shake your hand. I should have a smile on my face.
But about the only thing you taught was that dishonesty is in poor taste
So if you care, you've run out of time to waste
I'm a lost cause, I don't wanna meet god, I already hate most of what he creates
from what I can tell the feeling's mutual
but that doesn't strike me as unusual

I wont make it to may. I'm 21 today and I know I'm young but I just
don't see much worth holding on to.
I'm not fucking depressed. I'm a god damned realist
and I confess I never cared for home

Thanks for the offer, but I politely refuse.

samples taken from blade runner and the french movie angel-a. google it if you're curious 


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