Bitter and Twisted

I walk into a bar for some time to think And the bar man asks me what I'd like to drink And as I sit down he sits opposite me A man with a story, a tale to heed I take sip as he starts his story Warts and all in its entire glory All the times he'd been stabbed in the back And all the bastards who tried to make him crack So bitter and twisted So bruised and blistered He Cries "Does no one care for the good that I've done?" "Will no one care when I'm dead and I'm gone?" I sit uncomfortably as he tells me more Listening carefully as I stare at the floor He trusted fools and believed in their lies And those he'd loved who'd bled him dry He used to be the life and soul But the lies have taken their toll No more laughs and no more smiles Just cynical and bitter and full of bile So bitter and twisted So bruised and blistered He Cries "Does no one care for the good I've that done?" "Will no one care when I'm dead and I'm gone?" I call for a drink and I light up a smoke And shift my seat and begin to choke For this man's tale of woe and error Comes from the man looking at me in the mirror