So This is Paradise?

Bills are not easy to pay when youíre out in the cold. Providing your family no safe shelter from storm. Sarcastically saving face, trigger pulled now youíve gone and done it ruined you life. Good job. Well done.

Hopelessly thinking youíve no one to blame. Try looking into the mirror youíll find blood on your hands.

So now you live in your car. You canít park. Youíve lost your spot. The name thatís painted on the curb is not yours. tough luck. But given the circumstance the fault is all your own. Hip hip hooray cheer for life. Back down. Goodbye.

Hopelessly thinking youíve no one to blame. Try looking into the mirror youíll find blood on your hands.

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