My mind is swirling and I am losing the race
I cannot seem to find my way out of this place
I am selfish and bitter, cold and hard
Mean and hateful, worn out and tired
Mad at the world, alone in my head
My ugly thoughts they fill me with dread
One day at a time is just how I live
I don't take to much and have little to give
I have very few friends, I have chased them all away
My wife left me for another man one day
So why am I conflicted why is there so much pain
Like a sheet of fine paper left out in the rain
Because she came back just to ring my bell
Now life again is not looking so swell
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