Somethings can't be forget after being forgive. Depression got the best of some. People understood what happens, and shits do happen. Putting on my best suit on, and lost it all. A few steps up to me with every move that i make. Follow up close behind my soul it wants to take. Its my decision, without no loco no ones to take. Its hard to wake up, when the shades have been pull shut. I'll rather be buried seven doors down. The booze had been drank till the last sip. Its time to open a new bottle. Let's make it a Martell. Now i got the hung over, time for me to crash to bed...