Found My Hell

Allan Rayman

(Of all of it, of all of it)
(Of all of it, of all of it)

I know myself, I found my hell
I don't know when I found it
But I'm on my way, I'm on my way
I'm on my way, I'm on my
Living in a cell, my baby bin
But it's okay 'cause I'm a man
Talking to myself, it made me sick
I missed the point of all of it

Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it

Save me, I've been bad again
Take me, I'll be born again
Beg me, I'll jump out my skin
Out my skin

I don't like to like to leave my apartment
I'm always scared my life might end
I walk two blocks for a pack of cigarettes
That's the furthest I have been (I have been)
I don't keep that big a circle
I don't have that many friends
If life in fact is a great big circle
I should know how my life ends

Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it, of all of it
Of all of it