Dusty, dirty, down the drain;
There goes my halo again.
I always drop it;
It always falls.
It's a wonder I have one at all.
Somehow, my friends don't see the stains;
The cracks, the dents, the peeling paint.
Somehow strangers see a saint.
In my room, the lights are off;
My eyes are closed.
The door is locked.
Keep out; keep out.
Don't come in.
I'm gluing my halo again.
I feel Satan pick my brain;
He's going to drag me down again.
Shut your mouth;
Please stop talking.
How am I still here,
When my feet keep walking?
Oh good gravy;
Am I insane?
Maybe pain can take away the pain.
Red on white;
Black on red.
Wicked thoughts race through my head.
Oh, how funny.
Oh, who cares.
My halo is beyond repair.
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