The Deep Six

Always been second best
 a step below
 nothing special
 I'm chronically obsessed with
 fucking up
 And blowing my chances,
 So when I close my eyes it's death that I dance with,
 I walk around with a chip on my shoulder,
 It's weighed me down as I've gotten older
 cause' I'm weak
 I've faced facts
 I see them smile,
 with their fingers crossed behind their backs
 Nice guys are doomed from the start
 Fuck!
 I've learned to kill of my conscious,
 clean slate, no more fucking kindness,
 Life's been a bitch
 a thorn in my side
 instead of looking ahead
 I'll just close my eyes.
 I've become a better person
 one who's not concerned with
 the cold world that I once knew,
 I've learned to live in this cage on my own
 your jester, your fucking fool,
 I am the victim
 the butt of the joke
 misery's company
 I've been thinking vicious thoughts
 now lets make them a reality
 I dwell in the gallows
 consumed by doubt (get me out),
 A breathing cadaver
 my mind is going south,
 The hearse screams
 they swear that I really am a madman,
 A fucking madman
 they scream, they scream
 I miss who I used to be
 so let the reaper come get me
 I miss who I used to be
 so let the reaper come and get me
 I miss who I used to be
 and everything is fine...