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I'm finally getting sick and tired of sleeping on my own

Where I'm at is not and will never be my home

Every voice in my head is more than I can shake

Till the record takes over and I cannot hold my weight

I'm a no good, worn out, broken son of a bitch

There's war on my mind over all the things I cannot fix

And I'm so damn tired right now I think I see the end

How I've walked so far so long, never gaining an inch

Bye.

Every step feels like ball ball wrapped around my skin

Cuttin' deeper than the fires that burn me with them

What keeps me up too late is the thought of my own death

Till the liquor takes over and I cannot hold my head

I'm a no good worn out broken son of a bitch

There's a war on my mind over all the things I cannot fix

And I'm strong and I'm tough.

How I've walked so far so long, never gaining an inch

I'm an awkward, worn out, broken son of a bitch

There's a war on my mind over all the things I cannot fix

And I'm so damn tired right now I think I see the end

How I've walked so far so long Never gaining an inch