I black out in the room again
a busted lip and broken skin

I wake up in the bathroom
and dare not bother asking
why the mirror's cracked and all I see
are shards of glass inside of me.

There's voices there to dare me,
my father's here to scare me;
my mother sits beyond the door
she's curled up crying on the floor,
look at what her daughter's done ...

when the weight of the world's
gone wrong ...
it's gone wrong again;
gone fucking wrong ...
it's gone wrong again.

(Excerpt from Blue October - Weight of the World)