a true story. tell me what you guys think. Pablo shot the glance at the person on the other side, he obliged and both nodded to the fact it was his own facade on the other side he could see himself hate himself, in his sleep when he cant find that special someone else. but it fucked him up,she had a kid from an asshole dad. and this dad was the worse bastard he swore she's had. right now all he has is the bottle he bought, drank it straight down and took a whiskey shot in his throat. Jimmy wrote, he thought and moved his mouth, like rough months cut him out with a swift punch in his mouth. spiraled down straight, theres such things as afternoon breaks after five straight days,lost his all he bet when risked the steak it fucked him up,right now she's arranged for marriage, bourgeois garbage, she's doesn't even know this bastard's address years fold like paper swords fighting against illustration boards, and there it goes,twenty six and she's marrying a guy that she barely knows Pablo still dreams of a girl in a cage in his head, Jimmy still has insomnia so he cant sleep in bed, but they don't give a fuck and thats the best on their parts when music saves them and the love shows in their art so instead of crying and shedding tears by the liter they scar while they give the system both their middle fingers.