How I made it to hell.
Or how I made it to Bed of Roses.
Seated on a balcony,
And alone.
Struggling to see the sky,
And alone?
The truth is that I couldn't be
Everyone's darling.
I tried but the weight
I could not carry.
Every woman still knows
That I'm a darling.
It's funny you thought
I will fabricate hell,
Like your preachers do.
There is just light and darkness
And there is no in-between.