The sick words that I uttered On that day they weren't my own I can see the sad face of my mother Or a child I'll never know And it goes So the description called for something bigger than this But its alright... you know I still don't read recycled papers everyday And it's been awhile since I heard that voice or saw that face But still I had to write some fucking words down anyway And they go Why don't you wake up? Why don't you wake? Is this your getaway? There's something I could say Sadly go So often All of my days and nights now Saving all my life for you Carry on And on and on... It's all that I've got left to do Penance paid while I'm done