The Fall

This time it won't be fine

I can't even sit and dine

Too much fun, but no trust
There's no sun, only rust

I'm no joke of a clown
Nor am i a shiny crown

For now I've got it
A cigarette already lit

Now she's complete
A knife as hers to heat

So run away real fast
Before it becomes your last

Just an ash of a rash in the trash

F-- it all.