I fell down the stairs as I was making my way up

Spilled my blood like wine from an overflowing cup

I cannot win for losing like I have all of my life

I always seem to get the sharp end of the knife 

Faced the truth that I have been living a lie

With a smile on my face my existence I deny 

Walking through a field I fell into a deep crack

I never will be able to find my way back 

As my troubles ahead of me I try to put behind

Fantasy and reality start to break up my mind