God the days wear thin
My soul wears even thinner.

I have never replaced my boot soles
beaten and worn they remind me of me.

I also still wear the hat I gave her.
Some sick and twisted masochistic desire
Now I sing a new song, but still that lasting flavor

Battles lost, cares I tossed
Into the wind of my own ambitions.

I was just blowing smoke anyway.

Perhaps its not over yet
Abba, father, withered though I may be
Do not even broken flowers make the air smell sweet?
Perhaps theres future for dead fools like me.
I never believed you stopped doing miracles.

Just show this broken man, how to love you more.

I faced the truth I met
Somehow I lost the bet
I can't seem to forget

The smile of your daughter

How she led me by still water
Green pastures, there were of many
But some how I thought her...

Her love for me was better than yours.

Battle lost, love, passion she forgot,
This was not what I signed up for
Something so beautiful, so unique

Just an good actor, playing a cheap whore.

God I don't want much, just a window , a door

Somehow just help me love you more

I'm still saving for that ring you know,
She's not around anymore
But the same sad tune I sing nonetheless
Even though I'm asking for help these days
Whatever you think is best.

My Insanity is persistent
Still consistently inconsistent.
Yet sometimes I refuse to listen
To the beating of my own heart

There is not much left of it anyway,
Hardly a shard.
I don't even care anymore,
The rest is too hard.

I ask for just a window or a door,
Whatever helps me love you more.