I have a drinking problem
I'm all out of beer
People say to sober up
But it's real life I fear
I need a chemical
Coursing through my veins
If not, then life is dull
Maybe I'm insane
Chemical Imbalances is when I have none
You better thank your god I don't own a fucking gun
When all the drugs run out, I think I am done
So bump me up again my friend
I have a drug problem
I ain't had none in weeks
People say to sober up
But I'm too fucking weak
I need a chemical
Coursing through my veins
If not then life is dull
I hate my fucking brain
Chemical Imbalances, I'm in a fucking drought
I'm gonna lose my fucking shit, I think that I want out
I guess I'll never know what life is all about
I think this might be the end
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