I go to hell and back again
and back again
and back again
The lights all low the fire's burning
out again
and once again
I can't find the way back home again
just goes to show
that mother knows
what's best and if I'd
only listened
would I still be here?
I doubt it and I
can't say if it's wrong or right
or worth the fight
can't say it'll all turn out alright
but I can hope I guess
and hoping's got me this far
so I guess there's no use
giving up hope now.
The only way out now is through
and it won't take me back to you
but if it means that I can
sleep alright at night
well then I guess it is an alright thing to do.
I'm not hurting anyone
I'm only having a bit of fun
just want to learn how best
to love the skin I'm in
instead of wishing that I had been born a son.
And no, I guess I can't complain
and yes, broken hearts sure make it rain
but I only want a simple life
to be a friend and not a wife
to sit and stare and not have to explain.
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