Black Sheep

I sought after any kind of escape from this sad existence Stained, poisoned lips breathing in the comfort that love could never bring My spinning, faded vision replays the same moments of loss Each one more hurtful than the last Nightmares are the only thing keeping me alive Feeling the darkness seeping in Become another formless shape Psychotic, the delusions sing me to sleep I am a beggar wandering the wintry streets I am a forgotten memory I am the name on the list that's been crossed I am a product of failures and loss At night, it always gets worse Bearing the struggles of existence I try to cry for help But the screams get muffled in the endless hopelessness I continue to settle into the comfort of misery Sink to the lowest depths and you will find me underneath the pressures of the world Barely holding on and reaching for a light that was never there in the first place Because the sun never shines for a bastard black sheep All breaths lose their Meaning When misery keeps winning So when the throes come I'll sing the song they've sung No real peace for a bastard black sheep No relief for a worthless soul