FIRST IT GETS WORSE

It’s all my fault

Been spinnin’ too long

I think that I'ma be sick (hmm)

And my hope is gone

I scattered it on the lawn

When I was throwing a fit

You’re not living if you’re always down

A tree falls it don’t make a sound

If no one round is near enough to hear it

I struggle with the words I choose

My old self set me up to lose

And everyday’s a chance to crush my spirit

Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair

These lonely nights and up north air

Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems

And now my skin is paper thin

But still won’t take me with the wind

No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns

(Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair)

(These lonely nights and up north air)

(Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems)

(And now my skin is paper thin)

(But still won’t take me with the wind)

(No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns)

Oh, life’s a bitch and it’s unfair

These lonely nights and up north air

Could clear my mind but still can’t fix my problems

And now my skin is paper thin

But still won’t take me with the wind

No rows of O’s could reconstruct my columns