Drunk once again, or should I say always
so here I am huddled on the living-room floor
Sometimes I wished I would go ahead and die
so I wouldn't have to endure this anymore
I always hoped that they'd never find me
but somehow they always did
Maybe I should just get up and run away
become another face on the milk carton kid
Huddled and trembling as they scream at me
saying how awful and stupid I am
Why don't they see that I am not perfect
guess they were always too drunk to give a damn
So here I am today but no smarter than before
just that same trembling child deep inside
I was never able to develop any basic strength
or have any self-esteem, security, or pride










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