Nobody expexts much of me
Just because I'm an ex-junkie
They don't think I'm worth a cent
No one will ever really get it
I know that I am gonna die
I've been told how, when, and why
I've had to make promises
That will soon be broken
"See you soon" I'd lied
Knowing she'd be hoping
That I truly loved her
I do
As I let out my last breath
I know my story is through...