nothing ever really seemed right
I could never win the fight
I'm dying on the concrete
I'm high as a kite

every day is a battle
every day is a struggle
I never know what's comin'
all my pain's in a twisted huddle

never really gave a ****
never really had no luck
black clouds above me
blood in my eyes and I can't see

some days I don't feel like talking
some days I'm nothing
but I'm always trying the knot
I'm always tying the knot
I'm always gasping for the
I'm always grabbing for the
for the worn knot at the end of my rope