Then She Cried

I gotta go out some place on my own

No reason but I’m gonna skip this song

I’m no good for children and I can’t afford a home

So I’ll spend the night out all alone

No job has ever made me rich

I’m too proud and time – it is a bitch

I never thought I’d find myself beat down

But I never learnt to play my hand right



Things I do are not necessarily related to how I feel

Don’t explode, don’t explain just say hello when we meet

It’s good to know that I’m not alone

My demons go wherever I go

Tell me things I really need to hear



Sometimes life seems to be a complex scheme

Mom always used to tell me to believe

She never saw a good day, never lived just for herself

It’s me or this bottle, then she cried.