THE WORL IS FUCKED

I'll write you a poem, straight from the heart, then sit back and wonder, if you tear it apart. I once was in love, but now in pain, sitting in jail , rotting again, I'm getting out soon, but what will I do? it's going to be hard to live , without the love from you, where do I go? what do I do? I'm left with nothing, all I want is you. I'll hang a rope, up in the tree, then sit back and wonder, is it really for me?. nobody knows, no one can see, what this world, is doing to me.