Add a hint of sadness.
Throw in some pain.
And hatred and disdain.
You'll get my life.
I never seem to do anything right.
Paint this picture and you'll get me.
Me and my philosophy.
I don't hold anything close.
Because it might mean the most.
And you lose what you hold close.
I held my family close.
And their all gone.
I held my life close and it's all wrong.
My past has taught me everything.
From nowhere to nothing.
That's where I'm from.
And I'll go back there when this life is done.
My past taught me to look out for number one.
If you don't look out for number one.
It won't get done.
You have to carry your own weight in this life.
Whether or not if it's wrong or right.
Add that hint of sadness.
Sadness comes from my past.
The pain comes from my real parents.
They weren't ever there.
They never really cared.
The hatred and disdain comes from the sadness and pain.
My whole life has been a mistake.
Everything I touch seems to fall and break.
Add that hint of sadness.
Throw in that pain.
And some hate and disdain.
You'll get my life.
It's a nice little mixture.
That's how you paint my life.
That's how you paint a picture...
