The theme song of my life :\ I couldnt express my thoughts any better.

(J3T)
I f*ckin' swear that I care
but its hard when you stare
into the bottom of a bottle
that is empty and bare
all my desolate soul
in my desolate home
it's my desolate role
yeah I'm here all alone
I can't think of a reason
to get the f**k out of bed
curtains closed, lights are off
Am I alive or dead?
I haven't shaved in a week
I always slur when I speak
tolerance at its peak
another fit just to sleep
oh woe is me woe is me
I guess I need love
hoes ya see hoes ya see
I'm just in a rut
and I swear I'm tryin baby please
Baby don't leave
god-damn I'm a f**k-up
But I guess that's just me
so I sit in my room
and I'll cry in my bed
thinkin about all the shit
that made me wrong in my head
I keep tryin to climb
but it seems so steep
pour myself a f**kin' whisky
and go back to sleep.... bitch