Now I'm stuck
Watch it all rot away
Everthing sags
and the colors turn grey
window to the soul
dull as a head
in an uncontrolled handful
of half risen bread
now the guilt creeps on in
I've nothing to hide
bur dozens of demons
that I'd locked inside
but they're found a new course
so they're riding real high
they open my head
let my brain dry
and I talk and I talk
but I've nothing to say
i'd better go easy
It's been a bad day
and if self ralization
ain't half of the fight
A. 45 round will tell
of the sleight of hand
I've always played
Yet just feel away
expose all the ugliest things
I have craved
if you think you can see them
then look in my eyes
I've given up everthing
except for the lies
which I've always believed
as they're leaving my lips
I'm like everyone else
cause I'm so full of shit
and I talk and I talk
but I've nothing to say
I'd better go easy
It's been a bad day
