Bloody Nails

I fought my way out of my life
I didn't use violence, or a knife

I used my nails to claw my way out
I did some screaming and I did shout

But no one at the top was willing to help
A bad blooded, weak, pathetic, complicated whelp

So here I stand at the top the rain falling
The lightning lighting up the sky the thunder calling

Blood falls from my wrecked and ruined fingers
I sit down under the tree of life for a second, but I won't linger

I catch my breath and bandage my fingers tight
I will be climbing the tree of life next, it will be my final fight

I don't have wings or can fly a plane
I will ignore all of the pain

So don't worry about me
I'm finally getting over my misery