I burned myself down
To light up the other's room
Forgot that my flame was way too bright
And burned up the whole ******* room
Still miss the days I used to sleep at 10
Never knew when it shifted to 4
Never knew this is how my life will bloom
Turned to a disaster it goes boom
Sitting on the edge in a barroom
Instead of holding onto the glass
My hand's holding  onto my own doom
On my mind is the dust on a few old simooms.
I'm always a student
Never stopped the learning
It's the life for which I'm paying the rent
Failure is my earning
Unstoppable blaze of mine is bright burning
Got the table-turning
Enemies are now running
Blood stopped the draining
Got fighter on my forehead as and engraving.
Falling a thousand
Getting up puls one
My backfoot's stood strong on my land
My life's been a rand
Lived on the edge always on the end.