I was a fat little boy,
I had few friends
as I grew up,
Cause I was a fat little boy.
I was a friendless boy,
I sat alone,
and watched in pain,
Cause I was a friendless boy.
I was a lonely boy,
I often sulked,
and cried a lot,
Cause I was a lonely boy.
I was a troubled boy,
I took up drugs,
and snorted coke,
Cause I was a troubled boy.
I was an addicted boy,
I robbed my folks,
and sold some stuff,
Cause I was an addicted boy.
I was a free boy,
I'm now in jail,
and doing time,
Cause I was a fat little boy.
I remember how much I hated groing up because I was a fat kid. I was harassed and picked on. I feel that it is because of that persecution that I turned to drugs. I haven't had to do time for drugs, but I did join the army right after graduating High school beacuse I felt that if I didn't, I wouldn't last a year on the street. I made many stupid mistakes trying to get over the feelings of persecution. It has taken me six years of different drug addictions to realize that letting that shit get to me was as childish as trying to hide behind a veil of cocaine and dope. I admit that I have lived much more than any of those people that harassed me in my youth, so I wonder if their harassments were a burden or a blessing
brought by unknowing messengers. I know that many of us had a "fitting in" problem at some point in their lives. I hope that no one ever willingly hurts a person by criticising something they can't help.
If one of you that hurt me is out there,
Fuck you or thank you (I still haven't decided.)
PLUR
I had few friends
as I grew up,
Cause I was a fat little boy.
I was a friendless boy,
I sat alone,
and watched in pain,
Cause I was a friendless boy.
I was a lonely boy,
I often sulked,
and cried a lot,
Cause I was a lonely boy.
I was a troubled boy,
I took up drugs,
and snorted coke,
Cause I was a troubled boy.
I was an addicted boy,
I robbed my folks,
and sold some stuff,
Cause I was an addicted boy.
I was a free boy,
I'm now in jail,
and doing time,
Cause I was a fat little boy.
I remember how much I hated groing up because I was a fat kid. I was harassed and picked on. I feel that it is because of that persecution that I turned to drugs. I haven't had to do time for drugs, but I did join the army right after graduating High school beacuse I felt that if I didn't, I wouldn't last a year on the street. I made many stupid mistakes trying to get over the feelings of persecution. It has taken me six years of different drug addictions to realize that letting that shit get to me was as childish as trying to hide behind a veil of cocaine and dope. I admit that I have lived much more than any of those people that harassed me in my youth, so I wonder if their harassments were a burden or a blessing
brought by unknowing messengers. I know that many of us had a "fitting in" problem at some point in their lives. I hope that no one ever willingly hurts a person by criticising something they can't help.
If one of you that hurt me is out there,
Fuck you or thank you (I still haven't decided.)
PLUR
