The sky is falling and my future is always calling; A voice in the wind screaming at me like a banshee. Everything is ugly. No beauty to be found in anything.
As I fall to my knees in shattered pieces, I need just one love to make me become happy; But depression strikes, engulfs my life, woe is me And it drags me down to where I never want to be.
Too old to start again; so full of apathy. I have no wife and I am all out of time. They say cheer up; I want to say shut up. I will not listen, to your words of sunshine. I have given up; I have had to take too much. I have no need for any more of your pretty lies.
I’m so bitter sweet; no symphony. I write another verse; I guess I’m too greedy. I have a total lack of self-sufficiency, But this poetry is mine, so I build my fences high. Must keep everybody out, letting nobody in; My place of misery is the only way I know how to exist.
So kept apart from all your love; I have no heart, so have a heart, because I’ve never had any fun. I can’t recall happiness; I can no longer try my best, Because this is it. This is all that I can give And this… This is nothing.