And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands

I started getting really hurt, physically and psychologically.

My arms are reduced to an agony, my body no longer responds to my commands.

Tell me, what is the point of being in the world if you no longer have a point of reference?

What is the point of being in the world if the person you trusted the most has completely abandoned you?

What is the point of being in the world if you no longer have a home, a place to take refuge?

Yes, because you were my home.

You were the place where I took refuge.

Without you everything is worse.

For a while, I also had a lot of problems with alcohol.

I still have some.

I can't stop anymore.

I can't longer control my body, my mind.

I can't control my actions anymore.

I got to the point where I lost everything, even myself.

So, what is the point of being in the world if it's no longer a question of living... but of surviving?