Brought It On Myself

Brought it on myself
Nobody to blame but me
Can't blame it on somebody else
'Cause I'm my own responsibility
When you buy the dog
You know the fleas come for free
What goes around come around
Doesn't comfort me
I only depend on this suffering that I'm living in
But there's no better place to begin

Than with my feet flat on the bottom
Of my own personal hell
Don't you pray or pass me a bottle
'Cause I brought it on myself

I can be as evil as I please
Long as I can justify the means
More complicated excuses
Just another way for me not to see
Everything I lack is
Me getting back what I've put in
I can't get off this track
I just keep coming back again
I drink to pretend all this suffering that I'm living in
Has not been done by my own hand

But my feet are flat on the bottom
Of my own personal hell
Don't you pray or pass me a bottle
'Cause I brought it on myself

Could it really be that everyone and everything
In this whole world is against me
Should I decide to uncover my eyes
And wake up to self accountability
Should I keep digging or could I keep living
Or should I just lay here and die
It's gonna take some time
But I've gotta try

With my feet flat on the bottom
Of my own personal hell
Don't you pray or pass me a bottle
'Cause I brought it on myself



Credits
Writer(s): Mack Keaton
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