You couldn’t make your mind up
So your hands are here again
Packin’ in just one more drug
And then one more drug again
And I hate to see you like this
Cause it always breeds despair
And you know that more than I do
And I can’t help you
Friend
Ah You say I hate what I’ve become
Ah And could I somehow be reborn
If I could only make my mind up
And never have to choose again
I wouldn’t have to turn to one more drug
And become one more drunk that’s dead
If I could let a better man choose
If he could live within my bones
Would that rectify my wrongs
or tear me in two
Ah I hate what I’ve become
Ah I hate what I’ve become
I hate what I’ve become
He said
Until becoming came to death
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