Testo di Mama Yongue

you've had to watch all your friends die through cataracts, pain, and fucking styes. and now you hate your life and anytime you start to cry and when I leave i think "will I ever see her again?" can she hold on with fleets and xanax? i lean over and give you a kiss no longer "sugar" now crusty lips. you still pray to your good god, good god this is hell. I'm never gonna get that way (it's so goddamn sad)