My friend of misery

     Audioslave

I walk the streets where I regret,
I stood along and watched myself fall apart
And said the voices in my head,
Slipped through the chain link of a broken heart

And when I'm tired of feeling black
Spread the wings upon your back
Take us high above it all
Stroke your feathers 'til we fall back down again,

But everything that sounded good,
I understand that I'll be misunderstood