8 PM
1st in the Melancholy series
I never say I miss my momma, I guess I can’t
Another lesson learned from another bridge I burnt
Half the words out my mouth are meant
That means the rest are merely just spent
If that’s vain, then I’m just everyone else
Death threats don’t scare me, I can do that myself
Next time you see me though, I hope you do try
I think I’ve lived long enough to die