I’m in a winding maze
In a phase I can’t control
Spinning on my stool
Yelling “Please give me some mo’”

It’s Happy Hour, right?
So why not take my billfold
And fill my bill on up
By buying me some Fillsbombs

I do this every night
I have no other hobbies
I live at home alone
Bring girls back and get naughty

I know I need some help
But just can’t pick that option
There’s no better future
If I DID fix this problem

My family can’t stand me
I’m emphatically hurting
From the wounds they have caused
I don’t feel worthy

Don’t even have a dog
I wouldn’t take care of it
Friends rarely talk to me
I tend to act like a *****

Been single my whole life
Never had a girlfriend
Just can’t show that I care
I’ll be lonely till the end

I’ve come to realize
I’m not deserving of life
No morals I live by
People look at me in spite

So I wrote this to say
That I’m sorry to you all
Don’t be alarmed
But this is my one Last Call