Pound my knuckles hard against the floor.
My head against the wall.
But I did this to myself.
Assume it's just not worth getting back up,
So I'll blame it on bad luck.
And I'll shake responsibility, yeah.
It seems that when I ran away from my past
All my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back.
And now I think it's time that I realize
Self pity's meaningless.
Though I'm 10 feet deep,
I'll claw my way back out from in my grave.