Straighten up little soldier

And so what if I die, I'm half alive anyway

I do have a alcohol problem, sometimes it's not enough

I miss you, even though I never saw you, never heard you, never felt nothing but the heartburn you gave me everytime I ate. Sometimes I still put my hands around my belly as if I'm protecting you, but you're not there anymore, I failed you and I'm so sorry... I miss you.

People will always expect you to apologize for being hurt, by them.

I'm ugly. I'm fat. I'm not interesting. Why would somebody like me?... When you got nothing to give, what are you expecting? People get tired and I can't blame them, I know what it's like to handle me and I don't like it either. I'm exhausting

I'm. A. Mess...