In the darkest holes, and in the most suffocating light,
I live here, I rot here, I suffer in my blight.
When did I become so careless?
When did I decide to throw it all away?
How do you define what you have become,
when you can't look yourself in the mirror?
When you dont recognize who is in the mirror?
This place is dark, suffocating, damp,
it weights on your soul,
it tramples your tears.
What is the measure of a man,
who has thrown it all away?
What is left for someone whos best friend can only say,
"Daddy, stop crying"
I've lost myself in this dark place...
Where do I go to find me again....?