Inside Mashwis head

Fuck, it's a new year
and I'm sitting her in the middle of the night
and drinking Bacardi Breezers.
I wanna believe in something good
but my heart and soul feels more tortered
than a white mouse with a neel in his back.
Can you understand it's 2007?
I feel no difference.

Shitty things, and shitty black thoughts.
I wanna read something by Charles Bukowski.

The night is young
but I can't feel free.