its been 2 years and a day since i lost my father
went from 6 months sober to fuck it why do i bother
betrayal beats me up while my own mind holds me down
dealt a dirty hand when you can't trust a single soul around
just cause you give your heart away don't mean they give one back
has me thinking my biggest regret was not dying in Iraq
many years spent running from my pain and towards a sack
lost love and self control from some paranoiac panic attacks
fight,cry suffer but nothing will bring you or him back
end of story guess theres no return for this mack
homeless, heartbroken and hopeless my mistakes
survivals slim in a world with no people just 2 legged snakes
