So it comes to this
What have i done...

With drowning eyes
and shaking hands...

The real me is honest
the real me is kind...

It's raining inside
Pouring down upon all that is there...

What have I done?
What have I become...

I see His book
but never open it...

I fall down
A step or two...

Donâ??t change a thing
About what it is now...

As i sit and wait
for the clock to struck 12...

I am sitting here
Staring out my window...