Box of nails

In fear and Loathing, I've live my life.
questions adhere, falling into thyne
own self reflection, and must I cry
For victims in danger, Of missing the signs.

So set me for failure and I'll sign up right away,
see My future's intact , But my life's In disarray.
I lived a minute at a time, and so far It's worked out
But Seconds only got me, as far as I could count.
Speeches of others and wordings from my mouth,
talking out my ass, My arguments posed Doubt.

So I fall back To the hole, In which we live our days,
Passing time in the brick house, We mourn, the lost and decayed.
as we sit and pretend, Our future is to come, Now I don't see
why lie,  If we're not planning past 21.

Still my friends, This life is gone. I wont lie, The old me is none.
Equivalent to zero, and adjacent to 1, Memories fade two,
as Numbers are lost.
Caller ID's erased, guess the whole crew was Replaced.
A few friends who spite of it all, Threw my friendship away,
For Some girls, who lived in temptation lane,
For some chicks they probably wont even sustain.
Guess nights of passion just can't compare,
to a friendship, the bond, That a few guys can share.

Maybe Looking back I'll see it as a hell, but everything was good and life
just wasn't stale.
My girlfriend was a lair, but at least she was with me, The poor bastard that I was,
I"m glad i couldn't see...
When you're blinded by lust, The poison takes it's toll, on the body it rots,
making you, loose all control...
The Reality of this world, Sometimes is hard to bear,
God may have gave you lemons, But he left me
a Box of Nails.