I can't decide If i should call him To say I'm sorry To say that I worry I can't decide If i should tell her That I am nothing That I've achieved nothing There's not much left Of what it used to be My only son But not a part of me There's not much left Of what I used to be Now I'm stuck in clay And it's killing me I can't Think of A way, to say That I, never Really Loved you There's not much left Of what it used to be My only son But not a part of me There's not much left Of what I used to be Now I'm stuck in clay And it's killing me I can't Think of A way