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Strapped to a rotting bed if I were up I'd rule the world

Why can't I be a stand-up guy I'm stuck at prone

Without me that worthless son of a bitch would not have a dime

How did this happen to me - where did it all go wrong

We make the grave mistakes

Then try to fool our own minds

Distress and consequence

The rumination kills time

How am I supposed to face the day to face the world

If only I were given a fair break you'd see I swear

You can end up burning bridges just for standing tall

The losing circle is so cold lonely and dark

We make the grave mistakes

Then try to fool our own minds

Distress and consequence

The rumination kills time

I see you everywhere

It's so hard to look

Now I hear you everywhere

Friendships we had mistook

So face - your reflection

And take - your medication

Now make - a new direction

Or stay - in rumination

And I'm still strapped to a rotting bed if I were up I'd rule the world

Why can't I be a stand-up guy I'm stuck at prone

Without me that worthless son of a bitch would not have a dime

How did this happen to me - where did it all go wrong