Alcohol makes me feel older.
The cigarettes help as well.
The drunkenness makes me feel bolder.
As the fight with the pimp will tell.
I am so young and stressed.
I have too much responsibility.
My feelings are hidden and pressed.
I can no longer take the humility.
I have nobody to rely on, not a single friend.
I am all alone in this lonely place.
No matter what it may be like with the new trend.
I wish Allie were here, so I could see my little brother's face.

Losing a brother can make life very sad,
The harder I try to forgive myself, the more people get mad.