Lost for words of any respect
 Can forgive but won't forget
 Beat down, but my head is still up high
 Pride intact but sore inside
 Don't recognize my own reflection
 Not open to any suggestions
 I'm content with what I have
 Look back and try to laugh

 I owe you nothing
 I take very little
 I would love nothing more than to swallow the fists of your fortune
 I won't be dragged kicking or screaming
 I owe you nothing, I take very little

 Throat is raw - blank recollection, many miles of separation
 Same night as the one before
 [bad word] - it's my own choice
 I'm content with what I have
 Look back and try to laugh
 Shake your head on the way down
 We're all stuck at the bottom line