It's nothing new to me,
feeling out of place.
Never comfortable in my skin
How else to cope, but sin?

Just a few more sips,
that'll do the trick!
As I guzzle I look around and see
nothing but lonely empty bottles,
and lonely old empty me.

Skip this, toss that.
Avoid meals to gain control
I'll them not to worry,
even though they never do.

Another pound down, I deserve a shot