I've chased love, chased hope, chased dreams and ended up broke. I've chased drugs, chased girls, even chased ways to leave this world. I've spent a lifetime chasing creations, manifestations of my own imagination and for what? I feel like an abomination, all that's inside is pure frustration. I'm sick of waiting, sick of the delay, sick of struggling to survive day after day, I guess you could say that I'm sick and I don't know how much longer I can stay.