What am I going to do?

With meself 

Never mind you 

Am dirt poor 

And can't get on a bus 

Can't stop using 

Can't sleep 

Can't get up

Can't stop using 

Jobless hopeless 

But still I think I look fine as hell 

Oh am scared and afraid I feel a little abit fearful how does that happened 

My morther tells sorty of a shy boy 

Oh what happened