Maybe it’s an allergic reaction to all of my tears

Too many times beaten down in all of my years

Always getting back up again to find myself alone

Always finding that maybe I’m better off turned to stone

Actions, well you know they speak louder than a shout

With a blink of my eye, it seems I’ve got nothing but my doubt

My troubles bubble to the surface in a corrosion of misery

My troubles and me, we make each other the best of company

And I feel that I’m going, down, down, down, down

I fought to be king but now I’m wearing the jester’s crown

Everywhere I turn I find darkness sinking deep down and in

It seems my best moments have turned into the ashes of sin

I hoped for an angel and found my own demons staring back at me

And laugh to myself, as I lose once again, at all of this familiarity