ice cream from a carton to whille away my sorrows
a sleazy dumbass cable show tuned to my tv
the glow illuminates my room
could my solace be so easy?
some whiny bitch complains
of how all men have used her and how life isnt fair
i sit and change the station
could death answer my boredom?
suicide sounds like a change of pace
for no one ever judges you
when no ones left to care
some ice cream for your thoughts
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