I hate to say I don't care
But honestly life is so unfair
I dare not to say a word of more
Because I literally don't care anymore

Swimming in the sea of my own self-pity,
I try to stay afloat,
but cannot no longer,
for I am pouring in more than I can take out.

Like the Dead Sea, I gather my sins,
wallowing farther in my transgressions
The salted waters drown me,
engulf me,
choke me,
mold me
into a lifeless form.

The gales rise into a tempest,
whipping my face with the spray of tears and the stings of sweat

I collapse inside my lifeboat, my sole vessel
It's the one called Happiness. It's all I have left.

Her ballet shoes still hang
outside my bedroom door.
I see them every morning,
before my work at the store.

As my car cuts and cruises,
through the country's autumn streets,
My mind slowly wanders
to a harsh, wooden seat.

The judge's decision was irrevocable,
my wife left with everything.
I last saw her ride a taxi, tossing
to the sewers, our wedding ring.

Work is always such a challenge
when my customers just stare.
They know how harsh it was,
but they don't really care.

The judge's decision was irrevocable,
my wife left with everything.
She even took our daughter,
that precious little thing.

As my car cuts and cruises,
through the country's autumn streets,
My mind slowly wanders
to my daughter's little feet

Her ballet shoes still hang
outside my bedroom door.
They once were used for dancing,
but not anymore.