I'm sore and I'm bruised I'm drunk again Old faithful thoughts That used to be kind Now destroy my sadistc mind Chaotic and obsessive sights Follow the scitzophranic tones To my drugged up actions Will never be supressed Perhaps this is why My reputation follows me Possibly this is why I can't find love Maybe I'm too young Or not mature enough But I know what it feels like To have steel driven through Your heart by a hardened source It's impossible to drink away The memory of your lost love And only for temporary relief Does it give until the hangover Then I'm getting drunk again