Sometimes I feel
like I’ve been tied to the whipping post
Good Lord I feel like I’m dyin’
This has been the epitome of absolute, relentless, agonizing hell.
And I’m really tired of getting the shitty end of the stick.
My friends tell me, that I’ve been such a fool.
But I had to stand by and take it baby, all for lovin’ you.
Drown myself in sorrow as I look at what you’ve done.
But nothing seemed to change, the bad times stayed the same,
And I can’t run.