Dead Behind The Eyes.
Laying in bed. Slipping into depression. No more booze. No distractions. Just the screaming of inadequacies and self loathing.
Never enough.
Not good.
Unloved.
Broken.
Scarred.
No matter how much time passes, I'll always be that little fat kid in the dark crying.
Never enough.
Not good.
Unloved.
Broken.
Scarred.
No matter how much time passes, I'll always be that little fat kid in the dark crying.