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I'm tired of thinkin' I'm less than nothin'

I'm searchin' for somethin' to fill this void.

Becoming more and more annoyed when my search fails.

I feel so frail, I need something to hold me up

I'm frail.

I can't get a grip, I always seem to slip & fall

When I reach out to grasp my last gasp of air.

That's why I live in the past.

I guess I'm scared of what the future may hold.

If hell is hot, then why does it seem so cold?

I don't wanna grow old, look back, and...



Wonder what I could've done. Why I don't have a son.

Why it was all about the fun.

Why when faced with responsibility, I drop everything & run.

So I sit back and think. And THINK and I THINK.

And it drives me to drink. Cause when I drink I dont care.

I don't even notice the stares

Of the people who forever judge me.

Unless you're the man upstairs, DON'T EVER JUDGE ME!

Because you'll NEVER budge me or my opinion.

I'll let him decide when I'm right and when I'm sinnin'.

I just wanna get out, but I don't know how.

Father, I've asked before, but can you help me Now?