Recipe for Hate... Warhorse

Each day my shortcomings pick my pockets My faults were letters carved in stone As meaningful to you as words written in water I’m left to walk this world alone In a broken mold they made me, the black sheep of the family Worth less than zero, my opinion and room temperature I.Q. I did something, now I’m nothing, always wrong with this or that Poisoned with fear, watch it twist, my measly brain mad Talk about me when my back is turned Next time we meet, it will be to late The memory burned in my ears of what you said And now I’ve got a recipe for hate, taste it Dark clouds on the horizon, make it hard to breathe A walking mistake but every time I run away I just come back for more, the choice is clear, I can quit And fall on my sword or light a fire to see who runs or stays and plays the confidence game I’m feeling quite invisible, I feel just like thin air The truth taunts me, that nobody wants me I see the earth below me, I watch it spin there Does someone, somewhere, out there hear me? Sentenced to walk in purgatory, my life is running down I can’t believe what they’ve done to me I’m left riding a warhorse A man without a country