When I was young I was taught to throw sticks and stones
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Because sticks and stones they could break your bones
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The only way to get ahead that made any kind of sense
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Was to enrich myself at other people's expense
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I could walk over corpses to make myself a name
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I would cheat and I could lie without showing no shame
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People tried to stop me but they didn't understand
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I wasn't looking for affection or a helping hand
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Why doesn't anybody listen
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Why doesn't anybody hear
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Why doesn't anybody see me
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Why doesn't you interfere
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Don't ask me why
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I never told the truth cos I believe all my lies
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I believed that if I made my own alibis
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I would find a good reason and a better excuse
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So I could justify my hate and my self abuse
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I would satisfy myself in any way I could
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Because I knew that I would always be misunderstood
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I did a lot of mean things that are hard to forgive
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But all I ever wanted was a life to live
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Looking back at my life there's a lot I regret
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I made a lot of mistakes that I can never forget
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But I didn't know better I was insecure
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I guess I never took care of my problems before
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I feel bad about the people that I pushed around
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I feel bad about the people that I let down
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I put the blame on myself I can't look the other way
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Living with my guilt is the price I have to pay
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Undone
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| Clawfinger |
