I Turned My Pain Into Art And

At Night When You're Asleep, Self-hatred's Going To Creep In. And You Can Blame It On The Devil, The One Who's Bed You Sleep In.

What Makes You So Lavish That You Can Afford To Spend Every Sober Moment Feeling Angry And Bored?

When I Look Around I Think This, This Is Good Enough; And I Laugh At Whatever Life Brings Because When I Look Down, I Just Miss All The Good Stuff And When I Look Up, I Just Trip Over Things.

If You Like It, Let It Be, And If You Don't Please Do The Same.

There's A Crowd Of People Harbored In Each Person There Are So Many Roles That We Play.