seeing through these eyes aren't the same looking back and seeing all the things I over came but then looking in the mirror and feeling the shame its Plain I lost this game but its never to late to pick yourself up hurt I know bitches they blow remember that glow now its all show when will I ever get over the pain looking back I remember intried to surrender to the feeling I got but now my guts in a knot like imndead shot looking back I see I lost the only thing I enjoyed I sat and I destroyed feeling annoyed sitting alone now paranoid qthat I won't ever be deployed from this deep depression im in drinking away this bottle of gin where do I begin I'll never be that guy I used to be I didn't see I needed you to set me free the nights we stayed awake u bever acted like a fake then I put it all up at stake no I'm not feeling great I piled more up onto my plate now it's late stuck here thinking what to do but now I haveta be tru I have to put the emotion away because I would end up in my grave but nowmim teaching my son how to shave its great the way we age