6.

When I was twenty five
My mom wasn't alive
God rest her soul
I fell down a hole.
I've struggled for five years
And cried too many tears.
I've drank until I was sick
And been an Almighty prick.

But I never wanted any of this
Waking in the morning
And my mind gone in remission.
I just wanted a vaguely simple life
One where I could cope
With my own day to day strife.

When she was dying
I'd took up alcohol and lying.
Anything to make me feel
Anything other than what was real.
But it all fell apart
When she died it ripped out my heart
But now I'm older I must reconsider
And stop being so damned bitter.

And I know I never wanted all this.
I still wake but not every morning
I over sleep due to fear and stress.
I just want to get back to normality
And keep it all going happy
With less profanity.