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my name is an american bully

my middle name is a disgrace

i have no glue how did it happen

and i don't know how to get outta this place

i have the death wish of a junkie

i have the clear vision of end

i know clearly when this gonna happen

'cause you told me to never call again

i don't want to see the sun rising

i don't want to speak or pretend

and i wish i could make it happen

but it feels like vivisecting the friend

my future is random and useless

my past feels like garden of dirt

where nothing ever happened

only tools of disgust and hurt