It's true that I can be hard to accept
I'm honestly odd and socially inept
I live in my head and I just disconnect
I'm falling to bits and there's so little left

I spend most of my days simply drifting along dreams
Drinking til I'm numb and I've silenced all the screams
I drink until I'm nothing, then I smoke til I'm unseen
And when I am not wasted I really hate everything

**** living a long life. I'd rather just live hard
I play the hand I'm dealt, and I'm using every card
I'm living fast and dumb and always letting down my guard
But I'd rather just be numb than have to feel weak and scarred

Yes, my mom abused me and she told me I was ****
And yeah, her boyfriend ***** me and he filled me with his ***
And after that I was homeless, for six months I was a ***
There's so much in a short time that I've had to overcome

At this point, it's just easier to drink my days away
And sometimes I'm able to write, even when to my dismay
I never rest because my mind always wants to create
And as I try to live out life, I slowly dissipate