Bitter Ending Night
Living in your own little world,
by Pete Burgess
You might be King over all your girls but
Do you need to sell yourself to function?
You're starting to worry me,
You're becoming what I used to be,
Going down this road to self destruction.
Everyone might like you,
They all might want to be your friend,
But does that really bring you fulfilment in the end?
It's an obsession, leading to depression.
Trust me; I've been there my friend.
You know it won't be too long,
Your life will soon come undone and
You'll wonder where the hell you've gone wrong.
You've become obsessed with material things,
Convinced that they'll fulfil your dreams but,
They won't bring you happiness for long.