No Use For A Name

Monday morning you woke up crying
The outcome of a stupid line oh-oh
Said by some punk-ass on the street
It wasn't me, it wasn't you
It wasn't anybody you knew is it
Your old friend insecurity?
The one companion that stuck by your side since you were born
Tuesday night you were in a fight
The same old argument black and white
It's something that's eating your inside
It's not the food, it's not the booze
It isn't anything consumed so is it
becoming a problem you can't hide?
So every time you thought that you were wrong you were right
The devil on your shoulder gives you strenght in paranoia
The countless times you called a few