Вершы: Trash Talk. Walking Disease. Luck.

I'm another broken record dusty fucking shelf. Gave it all I had an now theres nothing left. I came from no where so I'm fucking destined for nothing. I've been dead to a lifeless world and all of my heores are here in the dirt. I've seen bad moons, then the fall. If it wasnt for bad luck i'd have no luck at all. Now there's nothing left