Turn venom.

My life is hard...
My mind is empty.
24 girls all pretending to be befriend me.
Heart is hard, my hand´s empty.
Flirting around redundantly.
Another night te resent being.
Romance has pain since I turned twenty, and if you get any.
Illusions that crush you easily and at first so gently.
Doubt´s your friend, distrust and the devils laughter have sent me.
Sparkling girls, mirages in an agonising desert that´ll end me.
My thought hard and cynical my scepticism totally dentfree.
Where did those twenty seconds of useless courage get me?
This world is a trap, don´t mind if I become venom so when they catch me they´ll choke on my flesh so deadly.
My sting still wiggling!