Lyrics The Old Dead Tree

The Old Dead Tree

Hey

What a waste, I feel empty,

Shamefaced, I am sorry.

I hate myself for being here

Trying to forget a pain

Coming from myself.

Can't I wake up, get up, stand up?

What kind of man am I?

Give me time to gather my thoughts:

I want to collect myself!

But I think now, looking back,

That my life's always been dark.