Testo Living Dead

Absence in the place of time well spent. Life shouldn't be about where I should've been. Bending over backwards just to be part of something I'm not wanted in, I was just trying to be pointed in the right direction but I guess I'm way too late, so maybe I should just walk the tracks and try to forget as far back as the last time I stepped foot near Bolken Park. Your eyes seem to only see as far as your fucking forearm. So maybe if you took the time to look, you could see how much you took from me. Am I better off dead?