fuck it, here:

i was there that day you fell into your own little private hell

i saw it coming so to me it was no surprise when the bell rang to announce your impending doom

as all your so-called friends quickly left the room, leaving you to your own devices

drowning in liquids and powdered spices

dangerous habits and dangerous doses

 your life gives off a strange halitosis

for as you give up instead of try

deep down inside you begin to die

your way of dealing just leaves me reeling

how you try to cope using booze and dope

faced with a problem you run like hell

offering lies to try and cover the smell

of your internal rot, spiritual decay

how can you live like this day after day

you never seek truth, you just seek to avoid

and your entire existence becomes null and void

and then you expect me to pity you?

you're lucky i don't spit on you

yeah, i was there that day that you fell

into your own little private hell

i'll never be you since i have a choice

for you never listen to your internal voice

and that's why you always find yourself stuck in a rut

and the door slams shut on your chances

no, no more time for dances

you could get out if you thought about why you were in it

but instead you just blame all those around you to cover the shame

you just bitch and moan and complain cause you're too damn dumb to get out of the rain

i shoulda sold souvenirs that day that you fell

into your own little personal private hell

have a nice day...