I fuckin' swear that I care but its hard when you stare into the bottom of a bottle that is empty and bare. All my desolate soul in my desolate home it's my desolate role yeah I'm here all alone. I can't think of a reason to get the fuck out of bed curtains closed, lights are off. Am I alive or dead?
god-damn I'm a fuck-up but I guess that's just me so I sit in my room and I'll cry in my bed thinkin about all the shit that made me wrong in my head. I keep trying to climb but it seems so steep. Pour myself a fuckin' whisky and go back to sleep.... bitch.