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 Especially now it added up through the years And 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 broke Most 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 till 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 Till I was crooked on the outside I taught myself how to grow Without any love and there was poison in the rain I taught myself how to grow Till I was crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved Crooked on the outside, inside's caved I taught myself how to grow old