You rubber cement
Your wounds shut
Telling your mother
To shut the **** up
( Your okay really)
But you just like to have
Them all singing your song
Your just a bottom-of-the-bottle
Baby
You feel like you dont belong
So you dope yourself up
And mope around the house
With bruises (Black and Blue)
Made By You For You
And shes such a school girl
For believing
She could save you
Truly yours
Like the buckets
Full of bottles
Full of worms
The Other Side OF You