My heart is heavey
my breath is slow
I hate the blues
and feeling low

My faithfull conpanion
or so it seems 
sifting through disapointment
and all my broken dreams

no matter the longing
I can never go back
to undo the damage
and fix the past
 
It just stays there broken
with a maddning voice
look what you've done
now live with your choice

I've made my bed hard
and in it I must lie
enduring this mess
wile continuing to try

I dont know whats worce
pretending there is hope
or making the mistakes
and having to cope

seems either direction
there is soon to be dread
I cant leave , cant stay 
inside I'm dead

Between the hard place
and the rock
I can always be found
up a creek... no paddle
no way to turn around.