Well, I was sittin' here,
and thought I'd write a song...

All we are is dust in the wind,
all we are is left to pretend...

Drowning in my own self loathing,
so sick of this shameful clothing...

I know I've made my own mistakes,
and my own heart is the one that breaks...

I am a man full of sorrows,
a man who wants no more tomorrows...

I lived another day,
to kneel down and pray...

Sometimes it hurts to face the truth,
sometimes it hurts to see...

Well, I've been trying,
but I've been dying...

Now it's over, and I don't care,
'cause I know that, this life ain't fair...

It's a sad, sad song,
I've been singin' all along...

Another sleepless night,
but this is no surprise...

There's a smile,
that I don't have to fake...