So here I am again, lost in this heap of trash. I still don't know if I'm gonna last, or how i'm even getting home.
Well this time, it seems as though, these red rails ain't takin me home, and i've been on this train ride so many times alone.
So look who's sleeping on the floor again, is this giving up or just giving in? And look who's crawlin on razorblades.
While you sit back and say all your prayers, they're kickin the rat down the stairs. It's no wonder they are unaware of your living nightmare.
Is it true what they say? Do the courteous pay? Or does it just look like they're all losing?
Should I become the bad guy? Would you give me the power and paying job?
Would you give me everything in life that I could ever want?
Would you give me everything in life if I made everyone around me sob?
There is a reason for the changing of seasons but no justification behind the logic to seize him, now he's lookin down at the delaware.
Well sir, this is no petty theft. All the good times have got up and left. Yet with the love that they selfishly kept, they remain inept.
And with so many suitors, who's to tell who are the looters and who are the innocent ones? Should I become the bad guy? Would you give me the power and the girl? Would I keep taking taking taking, just to be given more?
So Ryel asked me "How was life flowin?" at a time where I didn't know where I was goin. I said "Aw man, ya know, it's like I'm whitewater rafting up shit's creek with a broken paddle" and laughin. And I sure do surprise myself at 3:30 in the mornin' and I'm so tired, barely hanging on.
But there's no relaxation going station to station, and I feel I'm at the end of my rope.
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