I was selfish, absorbed in myself, Totally inconsiderate, lacking spiritual health. Irresponsible is how I would define me, In bondage to sin, spiritual captivity. A living catastrophe, I was prone to faults. Everything I touched was blown apart. I could do nothing right, everything went wrong, Like God cursed the ground I was walking on. Empty, I felt this hole in my soul. I tried to fill it with drugs, sex, and Rock 'n' Roll. Came off my binge and I was still empty. Looking for the next high and girls who were friendly. Miserable, I couldn't cope with being sober. Addiction told me I could lean on its shoulders. Man, I couldn't wait for the pain to be over. As years went by I got a little bit colder.