The hating, it's pulled inside of me They're trying to test my sanity And they're ripping the child within me Scolding the hand that keeps me fed That keeps me fed I feel it all come crashing down on me I feel alone and torn apart I wasted time to let it

Bitch, bitch, the bitch is back I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch oh, the bitch is back Stone cold sober as a matter of fact I can bitch, I can bitch 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do oh I was justified when I was five

I remember what my daddy taught me 'Bout how one risky is in a cold ditch And one more thing about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would leave

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

Fingers tap into what you were once And I'm worried that I blew my only chance While we are young And my heart Was colder when you've gone And I lost my head Under the sun You hold your truth so purely Swerve not through the minds of men

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

It must have been cold there in my shadow To never have sunlight on your face You were content to let me shine, that's your way You always walked a step behind So I was the one with all the glory While you were the one with all the strength. A beautiful

I'm so gone (just you) All I do is walk alone (just me) I can make it on my own (just me) I'm a do my thing I'm a do, I'm a do, I'm a do my thing I was born at the end of december Not afraid that the cold of the winter Would keep me inside, hey Ever

Will the circle be unbroken By and by, Lord, by and by There's a better home a-waiting In the sky, Lord, in the sky I was standing by my window On one cold and cloudy day When I saw that hearse come rolling For to carry my mother away I said to that

When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you It was almost love, it was almost love When I run out of air to breathe