im the prodigal that never learnt
the junkie struggling to kick it
countless times i strived to make it
but fall so far from the mark

so is this my babylon
my road of perdition

its tiring to have to get up
sometimes i dun noe why i try

just noe that ive got to keep going
lest i shrivel up and die

wish i could see the pot of gold
but i cant even see the rainbow

wish there was a silver lining
but the skies too dark over

All the times I thought to reach up,
all the times I had to give up.

sometimes i wonder what to make of heaven

if only i could find my way
if only............

sometimes i think im alright alone
but sometimes.........

when the cold wind blows

i wish


so many ifs
but well
not for a lack of intent
but for a lack of capability i suppose