It is strange how alone
and feeling I can't reach none
The wind causing a chill that will not warm
and by the fire makes no difference
How did I spin out of control?
Thought everything would work out, somehow
now I'm not certain I even think clear

Run around in circles
till confusion sets in,
then spend hours trying to figure out who and where I am
In the end I see I'll never know,
so I run around in those same Misty Circles
with the same misty results

At night I lay in bed with tears in my eyes
praying to finally see the light
without all the fog
maybe wouldn't be so dark... All the time
God help this senseless man
comfort all these suicidal thoughts
Always feeling I'm living in a world I do not belong
It shouldn't be so hard to resist picking up that gun
but it is ...  oh, it's a challenge to live today
another day of feeling I shouldn't
but sticking around anyway

And as I run it stirs up more
Misty Circles to cover up what I've become
More worthless words and talk to those who pretend
in the end I always find they never did
The only one who has been fooled is foolish me
Is it supposed to be like this all the time?
I feel so alone
I look at that lethal dose of drugs
I look at a .45 and understand
just one shot and it's all forever done
Why? Why do I have these thoughts????
Misty inside causing internal rot
I want to be happy
but the only thing clear is I am not