Your hand has bruised me
But Ive grown strong
And through your lovely attempts to abuse me
My compassion for life has gone
These words that are spoke unto me I resent
Your career is God, your career I daily dent
These feelings are old, but cant be stopped
Sometimes I hate myself just as much as anything else
And I watch as a future is dropped
Mine, ours..
A shadow exceeding all limitations
Is on the horizon for us all in the closing days
And in blackness you will finally understand me
And hopefully forgive me for my ways