I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

Poor little rose, beaten by the rain

In the wind, in the gale, thunder and the hail

Sometimes I feel like I'm going insane

Without the numbness or the pain so intense to feel

'Specially now it added up through the yearsAnd I, I taught myself how to grow

Without any love and there was poison in the rain

I taught myself how to grow

Now I'm crooked on the outside and the inside's brokeMost of the time I got nothing to say

When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway

I know I'm probably better off this way

I just listen to the voices on the TV 'til I'm tired

My eyes grow heavy and I fade away'Cause I, I taught myself how to grow

Without any love and there was poison in the rain

I taught myself how to grow

Though I was crooked on the outside