Self pity

Donna said too much when I was strong
Some bitter luxury messed me all up
Listen to voices too dim to holler
Oh, is it easy to get lost?
Oh, is it written [?] in the bone
Always the last to know

Listen to voices that put me to shame
When I get tired, they keep me up
They say the same stuff that you said
I say it all the same
It’s good to be proud but it's better to be true

I listen to voices too dim to holler
When I get tired, they keep me up
They say the same stuff that you said
I say it all the same