Mary anth;

Is it a sweet disappointment, must be some kind of dessert. Always ends up on my table. I was too impatient to be served. I wind up with no warranty just a bad habit junkie. No way, no how, no wonder hard knocks for auction, I get lucky.

But don't feel sorry for me. 'Cause I'm not the one and only. And I haven't told you lately. I think I've been going crazy. Sitting by myself in this room wishing the walls would talk back to me. Tell me if this life's worth living cause I can't see.