I don't know how much longer I can take this/

Every day it's getting harder to fake this/

I hate this/

Waking up to a house full possessions and empty confessions/

It's depressing/

Now every time I look in the mirror I see nothing but misery/

The shadows under my eyes are getting darker and staying alive is getting harder/

But what can I do/

I'm just a lonely man with nothing in this hand while waiting for the hour glass to run out of sand/

Singing my rhymes and reminiscing about all the good times/

And every time I didn't cross the line so just for a minute things might seem fine/

Honestly life is hard being me when you spend your time watching it pass you by/

Some days it gets so hard I just want to break down and cry but I'm afraid to let my daughter see me/

Asking questions why/

So I lock myself in this room and let the tears fall into some empty song/

Now what do you do when what little you had is taken an your left angry, body shaking/

No matter what you cant undue whats been done the hope now gone/

So giving up is the only thing you come to desire cause everyday feels like your hanging on by a wire/

Never knowing if your gonna fall and having no one to call/

That's my life and every day feels like I might die as if I should always be ready to say goodbye/

Thinking of how things use to be in the past only makes it worse with the reality that my last stones already been cast/

So by the end of the day I'm almost taken off my feet with the feeling of defeat/

As I lay down on the bed sheet I begin to feel like I'm buried in concrete/

Knowing that I will have to go through it all again when I wake leaves me to pray to be ok/

So just maybe I can do it one more time with the help of just one more rhyme/