I’ve seen so much in my short time…
Dug some ditches, walked the line…
My head drooped down, I cowered in fear…
Praying and hoping the end was near…
A switchblade smile and a melancholy laugh…
Always rewriting my epitaph…
I wear my heart on my sleeve with hate in my eyes…
Cursing you all under despondent sighs…
Why me? Why am I the chosen one?
This is not who I want to become!
But here I sit, on this lonely rock…
As the minutes go by, they tick and they tock…
I’m drunk again, and that feels right…
As the sun goes to sleep and awakens the night…
I think and cry and think some more…
As I make empty promises, to settle the score…
Tonight I will rest on this rock as I weep…
And pray the Lord my soul He will keep…
