Tough Old Birds

Suck it up boys. It ain’t ever gonna get any better. The handwriting is already on the wall.

Screw it. Damn it. Deny it. Try it.

There are no options. What I’d give to be back under his roof again.

Yeah, right. Four walls choking the life out of me. Madness. Insanity. Senseless control. Freaky…it’s all beginning to look like “out of the frying pan and into the fire.”

You’ve got to hang onto something. Death is not in vain.

Imagine a better place. Now take us to it.

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