Sometimes I dig deep, way inside
But there is nothing there that is left
Except for the excruciating pain you gave
Me, I have other kinds of debt

You knew the rules before you popped the pills
And mass hysteria set in
A cold cup of hard scotch made it
Made it difficult to live again

You can not escape all you have done here
If you're lucky, only half of what you did
Look here, I'm running off the track again
And I don't even know where this train will end

Everything that is real has an ending
Sometimes sad but, that's the way of life
If we took away the hurt and pain & suffering
There would be nothing we could write about
Nothing we could write about in the end