They ask me why i drink so much
They ask me why i take drugs
They ask me why i hate being around people
They ask me why i hate to smile
and they they tell me i have no worth
they tell me im too ugly for this world
they tell me i have ugly teeth
they tell me im too fat
they tell me i have no future
If I have to future, I dont need to smile, or be around people. Drugs and alcohol is all I have. Give me a chance to fix my life by leaving me alone. Im already in a battle with me, myself and I and we’re sorting it out, we dont need you to criticise.
