I'm open, I'm hoping,
this isn't the real me...
It's said by a simple man,
it is what it is...
I remember the times when you said we'd last,
About how odd it was that you and me worked at...
I look in the mirror
I see the reflection of a ghost...
Somedays I'm lost in my sad song,
other words are bitter from the mouth...
I am the wire
that has frayed over time...
It seems like every night while I'm lying in bed,
I lift up another prayer that by morning I'm dead...
Being a parent is hard.
Running on three hours of sleep...
I thought i was getting better
I thought every thing was OK but its just bitter...
I know that's not the answer
But it's all I've ever known...
No phones
no pens...
Angry blood flows
From a hypocrite...