Tread slowly through the jungle by my lonely, I was drinking from a flask at 5.30 in the
Morning
I lost sight of all my worries, 90 proof relaying stories
I just lost another day, I can't remember where I'm going
My first love might be my last, staying sober, getting bored
Where you leaving
Where you going
Final stop is at the morgue
Consequences of my action, those of which I can't afford
What it cost to lay this life, I take my corn prepared for it
Bad reception at the bottom, so I never call the lord
I've been running from my past, my shoes are bleached, my knees are sore
Roll a J and pack my bag, then grab the strap and hit the door
I never dreamed of getting old, but I got more life left in store
I don't think I want to die, but I'm not scared of it no more
I won't live my life in vain, there's no regrets inside my store
Full of sin until the end, my final chapter blaze of glory
I give trust to those who show me both their pleasure and their fury
You confess some of your secrets that you never tell the jury
I know you trust me and you wish I would confide in you some more
But it's hard to open up, cause I can't see outside the door
I can't give a second chance to those who've backstabbed me before
I just need love and some support, maybe a hug to warm my core
I put life inside a pen, watch my recital till the end
When I'm gone don't shed a tear, hope the thought of me make you grin
I was given a surname Adams, makes sense that I'm born in sin