Yet another personal experience, from thoughts to writing.
Please help me out,
my voice has started to choke and pout
don't leave me here corrupt and damned
they wont tell me they understand,
and I can't tell them what I know about.
You're my last hope
before my end reaches the end,
I won't give in to the manila rope
you're someone I can faithfully call friend
but I'm aware that our fates all depend
Forgive me for I have sinned
my wicked ways have all but thinned,
I have few needs that need repair,
so do you have any more friends to spare?