I can’t recall where I went wrong
Or if it happened bit by bit,
But now I suffer all day long
And wash my face where others spit.

I never thought I’d sink so low;
The gutter’s way above my head.
I’m slandered everywhere I go
And feel at home among the dead.

I’d climb a ladder to the stars,
But all of them have lost their shine.
My skin is but a net of scars
Through which is pierced this heart of mine.

I wish that I could leave this place,
But it’s the wage for my disgrace.

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