When the damage is done
and the words have been spoken.
I'm flat on the floor
left alone and broken.
Kill the bottle,
beat the booze to the punch.
Kick the mirror in pieces,
grab one, break a bunch.
How did I get there?
Once again in a nightmare
singing my refrain.
It's my fate,
was that my life?
I just saw flesh before my eyes.
Saw alot of smiles,
felt tears of joy.
Oh the hope,
all the life for me to destroy.
Going up, going down, in a hole so small.
A rise followed by
a free motherfucking fall.
I'm living with things all twisted,
breathing in life I resisted.
This was my fate, this is the world
where I belong.
Don't know how long I've been gone.
Nor do I recall things I've done.
It just feels so wrong.
It seems too good that I was always
just misunderstood.
I'm living with now gone,
dismissed, forgotten faces.
Once existed, laughing at my Pride and singing my song.
I'm alive with things all twisted,
breathing in life I resisted.
This was my fate, this is the world where I belong.
All twisted was my life is that so wrong?