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Honest or Dis-Honest, all the pleasure and the pain,

Righteous or evil even though its just a game,

Pull yourself together, drag your body from that bed,

Though there is no memory it messes with your head,

Night after night, week after week,

Im concerned what will happen to me,

Hospital bed, cold prison cell,

We all have a personal hell,

Minute by minute, hour after hour,

Step by step things can turn sour,

You dont really know me that well,

This is my Self created hell,

Violence and disaster sometimes thats the way it goes,

Cause you can not help yourself to what is all on show,

Started with a mixture, maybe whiskey rum and gin,

Like i said there's no control there's nowhere to begin,

Night after night, week after week,

Im concerned what will happen to me,

Hospital bed, cold prison cell,

We all have a personal hell,

Minute by minute, hour after hour,

Step by step things can turn sour,

You dont really know me that well,

This is my Self created hell,

Pain and distress is what i know best,

Arrogance so full of yourself,

Hit it hard like it should be done,

Cause i'll run around i will never slow down (x3)

I'll run around I will never slow down..

Seems to be apparent when you've crossed over a line,

You start to wonder why ones fist is heading for your eye,

Glass beneath your feet then your head it starts to hurt,

Thats your blood on your shirt but how has all this occured,

Night after night, week after week,

Im concerned what will happen to me,

Hospital bed, cold prison cell,

We all have a personal hell,

Minute by minute, hour after hour,

Step by step things can turn sour,

You dont really know me that well,

This is my Self created hell...