So mad at myself, that the world broke my hands
So I tried to change, the same place that I stand
Home that I made to protect my mind
Is the prison I furnished and forever reside
The path that I walk has me lost and alone
The bed of vice I rest on, warmer than the outside, road
Every decision I make, is a second guessed mistake
Dead ends, no friends, track marks, in the sand
So upset with myself, I let the world break, my hands
Know what its like to be crushed
Doesn't seem to matter which way I go all that I know
My destiny is depleted, my fucking fated defeated
Only gets worse, never getting better
Cursed to lie in a hearse
Life issued perforated letter
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