I'm a coward?
So let me hide in my shell.
Why put me out there where Im always besides myself?
In my world of pain and lost hope.
Sliding down that slippery slope.
C'mon you know I only let out the monster when it's poked.
Just like an animal poached.
Treated like a criminal.
More or less a joke.
So, just let me sit here and smoke.
Why must I always be sober?
Only drinking juice or soda.
Not even sure if this year I became older.
Because I still think I may end up in a ditch.
For writing something swing and miss.