This wretched man living in spite,
loses his mind most every night.
His mind is scarred from years of strife,
so badly scarred, he lost his life.
He strings his useless hopes along,
fight the battle, singing the song.
So wicked is he, lost his wife,
so badly scarred, he lost his life.
He lost the fight that isn't fair,
to look outside he wouldn't dare.
Sanity gone, gripping the knife,
so badly scarred, he lost his life.
This wretched man living in spite,
so badly scarred, he lost his life.
