I dwell on things that break my own heart, I think and think until I drink and drink, It's the side of myself that I'm most comfortable with; The side of me that lets me sleep. I dwell on things to break my own heart Because I could give a sh** about how I think. I just keep hoping my brain, my heart, and my guts will stop Don't call me a coward when I say these things Just be proud I'm not ashamed of who I am Just be proud I'm not like you.