Far Behind

Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And now maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And so maybe
Your friends they stand around they watch your crumble
As you falter to the ground
And then someday
Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But them someday people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain No, no, no
Couldn't share the pain, they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what I've known
And then maybe we might share in something great
But won't you look at where we've grown
Won't you look at where we've gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I feel for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life so soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain No, no, no
Now maybe I didn't mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say you're left with what you had
But you couldn't share the pain I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer Yeah, they hold you down
Hold you down
Now maybe brother, maybe love I didn't mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind

(Far Behind - Candlebox)

Maybe one of the best lyrics I've ever heard in a grunge song, maybe this is just the song that describes best all that I'm going through right now.... It's repetition, 'cause I've been here before.... Maybe I'm dead, came to hell and didn't realise it untill now.... If so, Hell is repetition, and I'm a pupet meant to suffer.... Still, thank God for all this, what doesn't kill me, makes me stronger, so they say...But one thing you can all take in notice, I'll never praise myself for what I'm going through now, as I don't praise any of what happened at any other time of my life.... You can write that down!