| My pain is real
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| Don’t pretend you can feel
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| I appreciate your prayers, but I’m keeping it real
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| Kitchen and skitching I’m gripping the steel
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| Hand in my pain, and let’s keep it concealed
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| Mad at the world, and I’m ready to kill
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| Hollering pain, and they letting me live
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| Making me sick, and they calling me ill
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| The mood that I’m in, I die to the fear
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| Ahh! |
| No lie, testify
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| Left hand on the Bible, right hand to the sky
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| My days be long, nights seem long
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| Calling on help and nobody is home
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| All by myself, and I feel so alone
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| Cold world, yeah, and I know it’s for show
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| Worst day of my life, and it’s just getting badder
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| Asking Him why and looking for answers
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it
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| Bombay and that Alizé
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| Purple Sprite with that Grand Marnier
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| Sip, slurp, sizzurp, hurl
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| Do it again the same next day
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| Hey, marijuana, ganja
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| Blown crop dust like I was a farmer
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| Mary Jane that dame I called her
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| Invested my home and living with roaches
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| Womanizing, traumatizing
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| The reason that made me despise me
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| My Savior’s bringing them gifts
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| Presented as wise men trying to entice them
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| Liars all wired up
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| By the men before but I was the first
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| But this is no race or wretch
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| A mess and I’m trying to find help
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| Looking at pictures it making me sadder
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| Feeling so helpless it making me madder
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| Worst day of my life, and it’s just getting badder
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| Asking Him why and looking for answers
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| Wondering if He ever gon come back
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| If He is then man can you pick up the slack
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| Cause this place that I’m in I may never come back
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| Feeling so lost and don’t know where I’m at
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it
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| Uh, I pick up on a sign quick
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| I don’t know what I could find if
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| Someone could get me out the mess I’m in
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| Brain loss, gone and all it’s sin
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| I know I’m hurting from my past pain
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| And people tell me I goin insane
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| I think they lying so I keep pressing
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| The way things I used to do, trying to impress em'
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| This pain, I gotta let it go
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it
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| Dark days and darker nights
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| Heart break drains from this heart of mine
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| Don’t understand it
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| Can’t understand it |