Cuz I was never pretty anyway and never cared anything about that.
This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.
Hitting the bottle again, ever than I've drunker been. Or is it drunker than I've ever been?
Heaven is laying in my sweet baby's arms, hell is when my baby's not here.
Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today.
They got me for possession of something that was long, long gone.