Now you lay here alone. Aged by bad habits fueled by your lack of self worth... Stripped of your youth with those gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes... Stunningly jaundice and contently reeking of your own filth. Yet you regret nothing... And still disapprove of everyone and everything life ever offered you.
My memoryfeels mixed up,seeing my picturesafter the liquor.My facelooked so happy,but on the insideI was much sicker.
I bet you're binging in your bedroom.Already at the bottom of your cup.Just to push yourself out of your own mind.Before you self-destruct.