I've been condemned
Condemned Living: A Melancholic Journey Through Pain and Redemption
Lyrics
I'm low and I'm lonely, with a drink in my hand
I feel down and isolated, holding a drink.
And if drinking is living I've lived as drunk as I can
If the essence of life is drinking, I've lived excessively drunk.
Cause the pain doesn't when I'm out with my friends
The pain disappears when I'm with friends.
And I know if you felt it you'd be the same as I am
If you experienced this pain, you'd understand my actions.
It just takes too much to be who I am
Being myself requires too much effort.
It's a lonely living that I've been condemned
I lead a lonely life and feel condemned.
I'm face down in the mud and I'm covered in shit
I'm in a difficult situation, covered in filth.
I've been using and thinking of better days I'll admit
I've been using substances and longing for better days.
I can't tell what was and I don't know what is
I'm uncertain about the past and present.
But my friends and I will drink, try forget all of this
My friends and I drink to forget our troubles.
It just takes too much to be who I am
Being myself is too demanding.
It's a lonely living that I've been condemned
I live a lonely life, feeling condemned.
There's a girl and she loves me but it's too late to call
There's a girl who loves me, but it's too late to reach out.
If she seen me in this state she wouldn't love me no more
If she saw me in this state, her love would diminish.
She wakes up in the morning and works to get paid
She works hard in the morning for a living.
And I'll still be fucked up when she clocks out today
I'll still be intoxicated when she finishes work.
It just takes too much to be who I am
Being true to myself is too challenging.
It's a lonely living that I've been condemned
I endure a lonely existence, feeling condemned.
All the folks they're left and the rain starts to pour
People have left, and the rain symbolizes sadness.
If only I had things to do anymore
If only I had meaningful activities to occupy my time.
Well I pull myself up off the soaking wet ground
I pick myself up from the wet ground.
And I walk to my bed and I laid right back down
I return to my bed, feeling defeated.
It just takes too much to be who I am
Being authentic demands too much from me.
It's a lonely living that I've been condemned
I endure a lonely life, feeling condemned.
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