It's a different pile everyday; Made to look a different way, same feelings though
Bad...At timesI'd give anything to have that chance, if only once more

If you read my words and think I'm crazy; You're not alone
If the diease of denial has blinded you; Grow out of your tantrum
Pray you get your comomn sense eyesight back before it's too tate

All I have to look forward to is the fact that things in my life

And life itself are only going to get worse