I've always been the person to feel alone with a million friends.
To be broken down but yet crack again.
To cry at night but yet wipe tears from your chin.
In church on Sunday but yet still sin.
I know I'm not perfect.
Hell I'm the farthest thing from it.
A sight for sore eyes.
The vomit in my stomach.
Always so filthy.
Like trash, I'm the rubbish.
