He sips from a bottle
Drinks his emotions that he bottles
He struggles with his looks
Judges his self to feel better
He even wrote a pros and cons letter
He's drinking too much
With his family and friends he's no longer keep in touch
Drank them by a dozen
Drunk calling a cousin
Trying to find comfort but found nothing
He lost everyone's trust
By drunk dialing too much
I don't think he gave a **** any more
He's lost and don't want to be found with the heart he tore
Hes silently sobbing while he struggles to stay sober
Pillahots round after round till there isn't any more
**** the world tell him something that's a new flaw that he already doesn't know
Put his *** back on that ghost mode