They say that what goes up must come down,
But can the same be said of what goes down?
Because from the moment my mother laid eyes on me,
My life has been a spiraling hell-hole
Plummeting toward the Earth.

I can't cry anymore because I've exhausted my tears,
Amputated my wings and pushed me out of my nest as if I could keep myself airborne.
Every morning, waging a war with my reflection,
When I'm just so sick of fighting with a f...ing piece of glass.

I don't have any pride to swallow,
Don't have a faith to believe in,
Don't have an image to hide behind.
I've been knocked down so many times that I can't get up.

People say it's easy to leave your past behind,
But it weighs you down like deadweight around your ankles.
So no, I can't move on.
I'm a dead man walking...
Just walking. One f...ing foot in front of the other.