Rounder

I tore myself up inside

I ripped everything out

It was a storm that went by

It had the sound of the winter wind

It made the sound of the frozen lake

I tear myself up inside

Only the walls were left

I tore myself up

I'm a big success

I could not feel

I do a good job

I could not feel

I tear myself up inside

Poor boy, tough luck

Some excuse

It works out that way

I heard the voice of reason

("Don't upset yourself")

I didn't listen

Yeah, I know it all. Big boy now

I heard the voice of reason far away

I tore myself up inside

I ripped everything out

Only the walls were left

Then I looked around

I looked around for something else to tear out

I reached deep