Song From Under The Floorboards

I am angry
I am ill and
Im as ugly as sin my irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life, it doesnt help me a bit
I know beauty and
I know a good thing when
I see it This is a song from under the floorboards this is a song from where the wall is cracked my force of habit,
I am an insect
I have to confess
Im proud as hell of that fact
I know the highest and the best
I accord them all due respect but the brightest jewel inside of me glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
This is a song ....
I used to make phantoms
I could later chase images of all that could be desired then
I got tired of counting all of these blessings and then
I just got tired
This is a song ...