Dear friends, I've been living on my knees,
with everyone but myself and a world to please,
 [bad word] got the better half of me,
I am only a shell of a man I used to be
Not even a cent to show for a life unspent
Just lessons better left unlearned,
What's the point of growing up,
when the older I get the more everything gets [bad word] 
I live a life that yearns to implode,
No tongue and no eyes to see
As I lay in my bed,
I still can't [bad word] sleep,
Everyday I try and reach to the sky,
but only fall back on myself,
All I needed was someone else,
So I place these problems on the shelf,
Waiting to be toppled from the force of the world slamming the door in my face.
We're all shadows of who we used to be,
and everyone's a stranger with crooked teeth,
So break these bones,
Because this mind has no body or soul as a home.
 [bad word] is an all too familiar feeling,
So everyone raise your glasses to the man of the evening,
Yours [bad word]