stonedog - Not That Kind of Man

I’m not that kind of man

I’m not that kind

My head is running round in circles

And pitching at the edge of hell

I’m not that kind of man

I’m not so kind

My head is running round in circles looking for an exit plan

My head is running round in circles pitching at the edge of hell

I’m not that kind of man

I’m not unkind

I’m just descending through the circles

Of my very private hell

I’m not that kind of man

It just unwinds and now I’m far beyond redemption

Carried on a tidal swell

Descending through the circles of my very private hell

I’m not that kind of man

I’m not your kind

I see you running round in circles

Clawing at the edge of hell

I’m not that kind of man, I’m not your kind

But I can’t bear to see you stumble

Howling in this wooden cell

I see you running round in circles

Clawing at the edge of hell

I’m not that kind of man