Not Dead Yet Testo

All messed up with nowhere to go
I stare at myself in the mirror alone
It's hard to make friends when you're half in the grave
But I ain't dead yet
And I've got something to say
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

You got holes in your clothes
And booze on your breath
You look like hell And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh

There's a stranger in my eyes again
I swear to God I don't know him
You're tired of me
I'm tired of you
So turn around and leave me to myself
Oh, oh, oh, yeah

You got holes in your clothes
And booze on your breath
You look like hell
And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh

I've been out way too long
Heading right for the edge
If she asks about me
Tell her I'm not dead yet
You got holes in your clothes
And booze on your breath
You look like hell
And you smell like death
Oh, oh, oh