Pain for Pretty

Smoke another cigarette, watch the rain
Put me on the outskirts of a mental train
Whats dones been done, you cant change that
I couldnt make the window, I couldnt go back
Is there no getting free
Somethings dying inside me Pain for pretty cant you see
Changes… oh, no, no Watching the predictions, it looks like snow
Id like to travel south but I cant go Decembers on the crest, almost gone
Shadows on the pavement never looked so long
Maybe its my attitude, I cant get straight
Take me like I am or throw me away
Trying to kill the dream thats inside me I dont want to end up your casualty