I've been thinking up a storm but it doesn't mean my thoughts are clearing burning rage will keep me warm but you're too gone to hear it burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge yearning for a better way than to say 'to hell with this' I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain everyday there's something new it just goes on and on I try to take a different view still I'm doing something wrong burning but I hesitate to burn this final bridge yearning for a better way to say 'to hell with this' I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain bills spilling out onto the floor welcome to life my friend working but there's so many more will this shit never end? too much responsibility I just can't take much more and when you act so cold it just points me to that door I'm twisted again I'm twisted again doubled in pain a shell of myself is all that will remain
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