Strangers tell me I have a beautiful soul,
maybe it's the alcohol
because all my friends say I'm an asshole.
Maybe I'm not what I thought after all
the best advice I have,
I can't quite word it
you gave me all you had
when I probably didn't deserve it.
I'm a faulty man
I admit all my mistakes.
I don't try as hard as I can
and I hide all of my aches.
I cry a lot but none of it exits my eyes,
I can honestly say I'm waiting for life's surprise.
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