Sounds from Sunday afternoon

Sounds from Monday afternoon

02:37am and still no friends.

19 - 10 Triplet Luke

Inkblot

Wet Paint

Nothing

Sometimes I wonder
Why we are all here
Call me a Nihilist
I guess I'm just unclear

To why I bother
To why I try
Death is on my mind so much
It makes me wanna die

I lost my partner last year
Lost my best friend
Always fighting battles
But they never seem to end

Are we just ladders
In a world full of snakes
Cos if life is just one big fucking game
Well I don't wanna to play

So come and sing me
Sing me asleep
I've dealt with too much fucking shit
Now I'm in too deep

Cut off my wings
Make it snappy
You want salvation
well sorry,
I hope you're happy.

LP91