Self Pity

Donna said too much when I was strong

Some bitter luxury messed me all up

Listen to voices too dim to holler

Oh, is it easy to get lost?

Oh, is it written [?] in the bone

Always the last to know

Listen to voices that put me to shame

When I get tired, they keep me up

They say the same stuff that you said

I say it all the same

It’s good to be proud but it's better to be true

I listen to voices too dim to holler

When I get tired, they keep me up

They say the same stuff that you said

I say it all the same