Don't comment on this, it's rubbish.
Anguish is realizing what could have been, but never was. It's emptiness that fills the cup.
How fitting...
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved.
See my heart, I decorate it like a grave.
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be.
Look at me now, I'm a man who won't let himself be.
...I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied.
Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place.
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned by the taste.
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth.
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath.
How fitting...
Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved.
See my heart, I decorate it like a grave.
You don't understand who they thought I was supposed to be.
Look at me now, I'm a man who won't let himself be.
...I'd like to fly, but my wings have been so denied.
Down in a hole and they've put all the stones in their place.
I've eaten the sun so my tongue has been burned by the taste.
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth.
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath.