He’s life’s bitch,
A slave to his bottle,
Fucked up, sad boy,
Everything is
Not his fault.
He’s life’s bitch,
His job sucks,
His Windsor
Isn’t cold enough,
He’s all alone.
He’s life’s bitch,
Darkness,
bleak and drunk,
No shower for weeks,
The stench of
Depression.
Holding onto the walls
As you stumble
Around the house,
Drink until you
Pass out every
Fucking night.