I’m an empty hole
A vacant soul
No excitement here
Just an empty beer
I’m all alone
Sitting at home
Waiting for a miracle
Waiting for that ray of light
I blunder down my path of plight
Destroying everything good in sight
And I don’t know why

Stabbed in the back with a heated knife
Down on the dawn of my life
I’m just miserable in my own company
I look around and there’s no hope to be seen
I’m just a damaged child of destiny

I’m the anti-Midas everything goes bad
I’m the lost stranger in a strange land
Everyone looks but nobody talks
It’s probably best that I just keep kicking rocks
Because I damage those that are closest to me
Maybe I’m just blind to what others can see
But I feel like I planted the bad luck forest
Others are rich in friends and in gold
While here by myself I know I am poorest
Sorcerer why have you placed this hex on me
Smitten me down with hateful stares
Whispering voices ring in my ears
I try to ignore the words that I hear
Nobody even wants to come near

Stabbed in the back with a heated knife
Down on the dawn of my life
I’m just miserable in my own company
I look around and there’s no hope to be seen
I’m just a damaged child of destiny

They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But my eyes are cinders that are just getting colder
Day by day I slowly grow older
And further away from anyone who be my holder
Every time I get a new chance
I fall of the horse and impale myself on my own lance
I’m slowly realizing there is no hope
So at the fire of hate I do stoke
Maybe this is just the life of a poet
We write because it’s the only way for someone to know us
When I die few will be there
Because I’ve pushed away all who have cared
I don’t mean to it’s just the way that I am
I don’t like the way that I am

Stabbed in the back with a heated knife
Down on the dawn of my life
I’m just miserable in my own company
I look around and there’s no hope to be seen
I’m just a damaged child of destiny
I’m just a damaged child of destiny