What's been going one with me
Well, there is not much to be said
I feel alone, and cold, and dead
I haven't written for a while
cause nothing seems to be worthwhile
My only refuge, found in sleep
i prayed the Lord, my soul to keep
He didn't keep it, so it broke
Spilling out its life and hope
My blame is not with God for this
But on myself, for what I missed
What should have been my only goal
Has been buried in a hole
With nothing ever to be done
And nothing ever in me won