R.I.P. 2 The Old Me

“R.I.P. 2 The Old Me”


R.I.P. 2 the old me

That weak motherfucker had to die

It’s time for a change

No more Mr. Nice Guy

I do apologize in advance

If I don’t let you walk over top of me

I’m sorry if I refuse to take your bull shit

R.I.P. 2 the old me, I’m sorry

But I’m not coming back

That weak shit, I’m done with that

No more giving by best, and getting one’s less

I guess it’s true what they say

You know, that nice guys always come in last place

I’m tired of running a race that is impossible to win

I’m tired of exchanging diamonds for shit

And trading blessings for sins

I’m tired, I’m out of breath, and I’m drained

So it’s time for a change

Give a little or give a lot

The outcome is still the same

If I could change one thing

I would have killed myself a long time ago

Mentally, not physically I love myself too much

It’s not that I don’t care

I’ve just ran out of fucks!

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