Coliseum

Most days I just get by. Theres a storm churning in my mind. Ive hated myself for so long that I dont know any other way. Ive been beaten down by the voices in my ear. They whisper youll never be good enough, youll never be loved. Ive been fighting the urge to drown myself in a pitcher. Or maybe the river out back. Its a pretty situation. Ive been beaten down by the voices in my ear. They whisper youll never be good enough, youll never be loved. Its a pretty situation. Antiquated stations. Circles turning. Hands shaking. Picture contains a million words. Im stumbling on the streets alone. Its a pretty situation
[ Pretty Situation Lyrics ]