Brought It On Myself

Brought it on myself Nobody to blame but me Can't blame it on somebody else 'Cause I'm my own responsibility When you buy the dog You know the fleas come for free What goes around come around Doesn't comfort me I only depend on this suffering that I'm living in But there's no better place to begin Than with my feet flat on the bottom Of my own personal hell Don't you pray or pass me a bottle 'Cause I brought it on myself I can be as evil as I please Long as I can justify the means More complicated excuses Just another way for me not to see Everything I lack is Me getting back what I've put in I can't get off this track I just keep coming back again I drink to pretend all this suffering that I'm living in Has not been done by my own hand But my feet are flat on the bottom Of my own personal hell Don't you pray or pass me a bottle 'Cause I brought it on myself Could it really be that everyone and everything In this whole world is against me Should I decide to uncover my eyes And wake up to self accountability Should I keep digging or could I keep living Or should I just lay here and die It's gonna take some time But I've gotta try With my feet flat on the bottom Of my own personal hell Don't you pray or pass me a bottle 'Cause I brought it on myself