Is there such a thing as fate? Are some people just meant to succeed while others fail. Not everyone can be a winner.
We have all seen it, those people who just swan through life with everything falling in their lap with virtually no effort, then there's the others who seem to have to work and work and work themselves into the ground to get nowhere. Don't lie to me, you have seen it, we all have.
The question is when do you give up? How many times do you have to be put on your arse before you say i can't be bothered to get up again, i wasn't meant to win, let something mug take my place.
I'm tired of people telling me to dust myself down and get on with it, i'm done with getting on with it. I tried my best i really did, nobody worked harder to make their dreams come true than i did. It didn't work, it wasn't meant to be. It's alright people telling you to get up and get on with it but when it's you that's picking yourself up off the floor for the umpteenth time at some point you feel entitled to say fuck off, i tried, i've had enough and i ain't trying again.
I tried everything i could to make a career but failed, i showered people with love but somehow still managed to lose them somewhere. I think i tried and nobody should blame me or call me a loser if i say i've had enough i'll just reach for my works.
Whoever said the drugs don't work was lying. Born to lose, i'll see you in hell.