Only for the Weak (Live at Sticky Fingers)

I can't tolerate your sadness Cause it's me you are drowning I won't allow any happiness Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty, I feel so guilty Am I forced to have any regret I've become the lie, Beautiful and free In my righteous own mind I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me Sell me the infection, It is only for the weak No need for sympathy, The misery that is me I've lost the ability to pain the clouds Cause it's me you're draining I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day Cause everytime you run, I fall . . . Behind, I fall behind And so I hear my voice again The tale of the bitter man here I am Shake the silence and hear what it says The tranquil pride that become the lie Sell me to infection, It is only for the weak No need for sympathy, The misery that is me Sell me to infection, It is only for the weak On bleeding knees, I accept my fate