I feel empty, maybe I'm running on E
I hide it well so not very many can see
I long for attention, I long for respect
I don't want to make a decision I'll regret
because **** gets real & you know this
unless you've got nerves of steel, you feel it
the pain, the jab of 1000 knives & the sadness, the despair felt by widowed wives
oh! that feeling is familiar to you?
and it all started with a beer or two?
then three, then four, then seven, then ten
drinking with the hopes of not waking again.
dead...