From all the time well spent angry, it all just brought you nothin'.
Wasting the days. Fuck. The bights are in trouble.
How long? Prepared? Not hardly.
My words, they deceive me. Now time only binds me.
Silence only gets me so far.
It's the shot in the dark I wish I could call home.
My plans - they change. Right now, there's no way.
Left without a trace. How'd you know where to find me?
When will? Can you? Just come home.
My outlooks, they're pleasing, but actions speak louder.
I have never been accused of having no heart.
Those times that I've been wrong, my weaknesses got strong.
Disasters come natural to me.
It all can change if I promise to see it through.
(Those days are shot. Those nights are longer now.)
Silence only brought me so far.
It's the shot in the dark I wish I could call home.
Another error again. It's discouraging.
The wealth of knowledge; it all overwhelms me.
Now every obstacle that follows, I resent.
Days wasting away.
No motivation to say so. Just shut my mind off.
The uninspired approach brings me comfort in spite of it all.
I hate taking the world on with my head down.
Disconnected always,
with disappointment written over my face.
So much time I've wasted. Been so angry.
Have to say, it's getting old.
Will you hear me out? In my self defense,
depression won my self confidence.
My one and only - glad you found me.
My actions bring me home.
I have never been accused of having no heart.
Those times that I've been wrong, my weaknesses got strong.
Disasters come natural.