Fucked Upstairs - Grief

Well now you’ve really had it

Locked in serious distress

All your words are jibberish

No longer making any sense

Self-induced paranoia

Don’t have a fuckin' clue

Too blind to note your condition

Choke on your own misfortune

Solitude you hope for

Too blind to see it’s true

Your dying from your own poison

No one to blame… but you

You’re fuckin' wacked

Thought you were indestructable

Superior in every respect

Now I watch you wither away

A victim of constant neglect

Solitude non-existent

An empty shell you’ve become

Dominated by won self-pity

Alone, exhausted and numb

Horror abundant — all by yourself

A battered man — screaming for help

But no one’s there — alone in the dark

Time flies on by — you’ve wrecked yourself