If I could Paint a picture of the darkness in my heart Could you see it? A lonely crevasse that strikes Like lightning where my heart should be? If I was A loathsome beggar pleading for mercy In the city streets On my hands and knees Would you give it to me?
There's no medication that can Dial down this much pain Calling out to the void Straining my ears in vain. Take the liquor down And hope the skin soon grows thicker. My heart and soul can't coexist They just bicker and bicker. Try quitting smoking but Something will always nake me drag again The ship is sinking And I'm just playing the mandolin. If it's supposed to get better, then when? I can't hear my voice Over the screaming of all my sins.