From Despair to Where - Manic Street Preachers

I write this alone on my bed

I've poisoned every room in my house

The place is quiet and so alone

Pretend there's something worth waiting for.

There's nothing nice in my head

The adult world took it all away

Wake up with the same spit in my mouth

Cannot tell if it's real or not.

I try to walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where

Outside opened mouthed cows

Pass each other as if their drugged

Down pale corridors of routine

Where life falls unatoned

The weak kick like straw

Till the world means less and less

Words are never enough

Just cheap tarnished glitter

I try to walk in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where

A cripple walks in a straight line

An imitation of dignity

From despair to where

From despair to where

From: "Wizzy"