I'm starting to believe The things we think we need, They mean nothing. And I hate the state of my wellbeing. One mans trash is another mans trash With a place for it. Gather and take in, to the home. it's been others before. Filled with bad habits Kept the dirt on my hands. Like a real man Can't just wash them and mend, because again. One mans trash is another mans trash, With a place for it. Gather and take in, to the home. it's been others before. Gather and save it See's other faces A timeshare in hell well spent Never to come back again. If I must grab at anything That makes the blood rush I'll have to pass it off. No matter what I've got To the ground, We all rot.