One more song and I'm done with this lie.
I'm not artist, that requires beauty.
I've got none of that, it's plain to see.
How could I have found a lover in life?
Who on earth would want to be my wife?
One more song and I quit.
One more song and I can't tell you why.
I never thought I'd make it this far.
I always thought I'd be hit by a car,
Or something a little more nice.
As long as it gets me out of this place.
One more song and...
One more song for those that I love.
One last thought to try and explain.
One final call at the curtain of life.
One closing statement before I go.
One more song for those that I know.
One more song and I feel that I'm done.
The things of this place have all just begun.
And already I see it will be no fun.
But I'm here to change it,
I'm here to help.
So I'll keep writing,
I'll keep living
One more songs for the rest of my life.
One more songs to help make things right.
One more songs
One more songs
One more songs
