Citycop Hospital Beds
Though my visits are so brief
You see me as more than a man
A triumphant figure of past and present
I'm so tired
(And my thoughts turn into these words
My words turn into echos, and my words turn into echos.)
It's funny how life works sometimes
I've become the person I despise
Everytime I see my reflection, I cry
Find it hard to buy?
What could of been, leading by example again
What could of been, leading by example again
I talked to God last night, I asked him, who the f..ck am I?
I talked to God last night, I asked him, who the f..ck am I?
I talked to God last night, I asked him, who the f..ck am I?
I talked to God last night, I asked him who the f..ck?