Self Pity

Donna said too much when I was strong Some bitter luxury messed me all up Listen to voices too dim to holler Oh, is it easy to get lost? Oh, is it written [?] in the bone Always the last to know Listen to voices that put me to shame When I get tired, they keep me up They say the same stuff that you said I say it all the same It’s good to be proud but it's better to be true I listen to voices too dim to holler When I get tired, they keep me up They say the same stuff that you said I say it all the same