Lyrics

it's not always being easy, doing what's best for you…

...it's not always easy, when rolling over is all you do

so just grin and bear it, and, here, I sit....

in a quandary.

she spent her life torturing me, the twisted thoughts in my mind, are all I will ever find, if I choose...

....her

she's never gonna change, her mind is all deranged, and I know it, but still I sit...

in a quandary.

...I’ve spent my life trying to figure it out, what is she all about, and I am afraid...

I'm still back at the start.

she's sick and I know it, but still I sit...

I'm still back at the start.

she's sick and I know it, but still I sit...

....in a quandary

I try to get past the guilt, the twisted head games that she built, but I fail, it's my own personal hell.
and I know that she can't see it, but, here I sit...
in a quandary.
If I go back, I leave myself open to an attack, a battle I know I cannot win,
being born was her second sin, and yet I begin to write her a letter, in hopes that it's now better...
but you know she'll be vile, a huge dead end pit, but here I sit....
...in a quandary
If I go back past the guilt, the twisted head games that she built, but I fail, it's my own personal hell.
and I know that she can't see it, but, here I sit...
in a quandary.
I'm still back at the start.
she's sick and I know it, but still I sit...
in a quandary
I try to get past the guilt, the twisted head games that she built, but I fail, it's my own personal hell.
and I know that she can't see it, but, here I sit...
in a quandary