Too scared to do what need to be done,
Too scared to get off my fat bum.

Scared to move from this safe place,
Scared to reach for my saving grace.

Where do I go from here,
Where can I find a path thats clear.

A wall traps me where I am,
A wall with no escape from who I am.

No hope I see,
No way I can be free

Just stuck where I am,
Just a sad little man.

destitute and forlorn,
jeans all holey and knee's are worn,

no direction for you apparently,
you sound like someone the same as me,

reclusive actions, silent voice,
its not like we even have a choice,

unable to fit were we long to be,
unable to act even normally,

hopes and dreams of lives much more,
disappointment leaves us sore,

for me , my pain killer, alcohol,
it puts a window in my wall,

normally my walls they enclose me,
there is no exit i can see,

i shard of light through yon window breaks,
reminds me of why my heart aches,

maybe alcohol dose not kill pain,
the pain i feel it remains the same,

im sorry if i intrude on you,
its just,im drunk, and its what i do,

we all have our crosses that we bare,
i write down my thoughts in the hope folk care,

makes me think perhaps im doing good...,
im sorry if people think im rude,

it just may be words that i write..,
make the difference for you tonight.