Ive been drinkin a lot again Losin track of who I am And Ive smokin lots of cigarettes I light another before I put out The one thats in my hand I find myself overcome with regret Eight years flushed down the drain Wasted on fuckin nothin But some ego servicin Im gonna shave my head And dress for a change Dress to feel different For once Im so bored of myself Im losin my senses And Im not sure What Im gonna do I feel constantly nauseous Is it self loathing or malnourishment I dont do nothin But dissociate in candlelight While listenin to black metal Alon When I should be Working artistically And cleanin th house up I stay surrounded Empty bottles and cigarette butts Copenhagen wintergreen spit cups And Food wrappers and bags Food wrappers and bags I feel so cold As my substance abuse Once again takes hold Of me I yearn to feel numb When Im alone And Im alone a lot more than I ever fuckin wanted to be God, I dont know where the FUCK that went Shit Bro I just lost all my artistic ability Thats fuckin I mustve Fuck Fu I need another beer Fuck shit
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