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I feel like a leech to everyone around me
unsure and false promises I make.
I invade your existence with my dependence
and leave you guilt tripped until you take
care of me, for If not I will surely die.
I don’t feed or clean myself and I am always high,
putting pipe dreams before the necessities in life.
Without your help I have no hope to survive.
Now I know that sounds pathetic,
that’s because that’s what I am.
So open about my flaws
but it’s all part of my plan.
For If I can recognize my flaws
you’ll assume I’m trying to change,
but I am lazy and disheartened
and I know I will remain the same.
Taking all you can give me trying to live in excess.
You know you’ll make my life much easier, I’ll make your life a mess.
Squirm away stupid leech boy go and die now in the drain,
you speak only of your sadness but are yet to feel true pain.

As I get older I also worsen.
I used to be a better person.
Growing into a constant burden.
Introducing man child.

I am scared I’ll lose my job because I always go in stoned,
If I do will you feed me, take me in and hear me moan.
If you don’t I’m on your conscience and will surely die alone.
Invite me in to regret it as I take over your home.
Oh so useless and demanding no I will not help out with chores.
I’ll bring no money or conversation. Unmotivated and bored.
Staring blankly into space absorbing all you have worked for,
I will disappoint those who think I can do more.
I warn you now to avoid me.
I may not bite the hand that feeds,
but I will wrap my lips around it
and I will suck off all the meat.
You’ll be left feeling used once you find out I’m a leech,
I’ll take all you can give and then I will up and leave.
No shame or dignity left in me as I scout out brand new friends
to invade with my dependence and let it start again.

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