i guess i shouldnt blame you for all the pitfalls in my lifenall self obsessed and a callous broken willnan ounce of booze to chase your shame wont make it seem alritennim a fool to think that i could ever changenthe way you've made me feel about this worldnthats why i cant belongnnstacks of empty bottles draw the lines about my facenthis weathered bitter bore that i have becomena slave in search of freedom from the grind of saving gracencigarettes and misery are the only constants nownand always standing outside of the circlenunwilling rebels always born of circumstancenim a fool to think that i could every change