Who said I could rise again? I’m forever down
Life sees me as a loser; no, a clown!
I can no longer look at the mirror
He will see right through me; he’ll see horror!
No more defenses; my walls have been defiled
Bad energy hits me hard, and it comes in piles
Suicidal thoughts shoot across my mind
An evil tide sweeps my mind, leaving nothing good behind
Somehow, I knew that one day this will happen
That I will be on the fast lane of wretchedness, never stopping
That judgment shall await me in the depths of a green bottle
That my way forward will be a continuous stumble
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