Knuckles Letra

down the busy street,
with the hustle and bustle,
like I'm losing game,
with bloody knuckles.

I cowardly disguise myself in the mirror,
Thinking things through, 
they become much clearer,
I can not change,
The way that I am,
So I've entered myself in a 12-set program.

Comfort is what,
we were all seeking,
and by doing so,
our secrets are leaking,
and inside my head
are where they belong
as a constant reminder
of what I've done wrong.