Such a hopeless deviateA girl born way too lateAll set to be set freeIn a world of miseryWhen your tears run dryAnother finger’s in your eyeAnd you thought you’d seen it allIt’s so hard to make things rightYou think you’re getting closerBut it’s always out of sightIt will follow you to your endIt may not be bitter but it’s hard to comprehendYou cannot winIf it ain’t this you bet it’s thatThe stakes are high and chances fatAnd if your time ain’t running shortThere’s the wait you can’t abortWay down rock bottom lowThere’s another place below to goAnd I thought I’d seen it allSo you stand and clench your fistAt a place that only may existBehind the 42 feet wallAnother 3 are standing tallIf my hands weren’t tiedI swear I’d catch you in the ryeI’m sorry I can’t take your fall