I take a look at my life, what do I see? bleak and lack lusting while my dreams are just rusting and rotting away.
I’d jump bridges for you, I’d take that punch for you, would you do the same? I’d take all of the bashings because I just don’t care about myself. Maybe it’s just my way of moving in the world.
Take a look at me, this body has seen better days. You don’t understand, who I used to be was more intriguing than who I am now. Each day is a new suffering, same old, same old. I’d take a bullet for you, would you do the same?