I was in the wrong side of the road,
To think that you and me could happen,
I thought that I was really strong inside,
But the wounds just started to deepen,
It's clutch to my throat never weakened,
That never let me fight back or break even,
But now I'm good as a dead man,
Just a wandering body who's soul never got to heaven,
Now with a rope on my neck ready tighten,
I hope someone finds me before eleven.