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Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see... That suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it if I please The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay So this is all I have to say |
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All the world loves things of beauty and intrigue These 2 things I've never had one Born in this old skin. I'm too sick I can't win I've lived with this damage 2 long My eyes can't behold it I cannot control This this feeling that's left in my heart I've never dont no wrong. I don't deserve these bones Please burn up this sin when I'm gone And I said that this is ugly to me The world is ugly to me You are ugly to me And I am ugly to me |
