You got a future; I got this fucking disease:
the delusions that plague my mind
and the heartache that runs my life.
There’s not a cent to my name. I got no reason to breathe.
Nothing to give; there’s nothing I own
but a dead heart trapped in my fucking bones.
but I crossed the coals, sold my soul,
and dug my way out with my nails.
You got a future, I just got this fucking disease.
So if you think of me, let me know;
I’ll still be here on my fucking own.
I’ll never make it out alive.