Try

whats the point in trying, when you know your gonna fail? i pulled a knife on him, and now i have to go to jail. now i can not get a job, life has kicked me in the tail, and now i'm on my own, doesn't matter rain or hail. i feel bad for what I've done, no my life is not for sale, everybody thinks i'm weak, i'm protected like a snail, i will be there for myself, but wont live to tell the tale, i can not carry on your name, no i wont receive the mail. i do not want these scary thoughts, so i put them in a pail, my heart is floating in the water, while my mind is off its rail, oh yes my past is nice and crunchy, while my future is so stale, people stare and look at me, like i'm speaking in the braille. i will live just how i want, i hit the hammer with a nail, i will take my punishment, oh no i will not run or bail, because my past is full of color, while my futures looking pale, i can see i'm on my own, so i guess i should set sail.