This broken day [bad word] and go
Broken and battered with nothing to show
Could this be the better part of my life
Something to hold on to white knuckle tight
I wait for something
You gave me nothing
I wait for something real
Something real
In the air I hear the sound of your voice
Too many questions with no clear choice
On my mind are the clouds in your sky
Will they rain down on you the day that I shine
I'd get down on my knees
With open wrists begging please
Oh won't you be my angel of sweet nothing
All that was said about the feelings I've bled
I want to disappear
My peddled flower my finest hour I've
Grown so tired of living this life