How Do You Stand When You've Been Crushed?
And I can't stop staring back How did I get this way? Take a big look at a living lie... It was the finest neighborhood in the small town, and the house everyone went by every day was as beautiful as it ever was. At least it was then. In a few hours helicopters would surround it from the sky and newscameras would surround it on the ground, but that was the future nobody saw coming. Since everyone just went by the house on the way to their usual jaunts they had no idea the wife was strangled, the son suffocated, and as their corpses' odors began wafting through the air that usually hummed with conditioning that the great man who wasn't that great at all had prepared the final seconds of his life. Chris Benoit stepped off the chair and into the underworld. Thank God. Sometimes I dream about it What it's like back home The railroad tracks and the pussy willow Every time something like this happens, the cliche angel gets its wings. But out of all the It Wasn't Suppose...