What Have I Done

These tears I've cried a thousand

I'm slowly losing ground

Oh, what have I done?

Oh, a setting sun

Oh, what have I done?

Oh, a setting sun

In silence Cold December

Just barely treading water

If to live is to suffer,

I have lived a thousand lives

Over and over, had my happiness denied

Lifeless and souless and

loveless and hopeless

A pathetic mess in a heap on the floor

I am the catalyst,

destroyer of my own world