I'm All Out Of Words

[Wes Wymer]

I feel like my whole life's been a waste of time.
I tryda save lives, meanwhile they takin mine.
I'm tryna heal but everyone around me keeps dyin.
I swear sometimes, that nice and kind seems wrong.
I gave my all, I got nuthin to fall back on.
I pray to God, hopin prayers might bring me luck.
Which really sucks, because God aint sayin much.
They tell me deeds reflect, but I see the light clear.
It's just the Devil smilin at me through the bathroom mirror.
I got this demon in my eyes, and a heart fulla tears.
The hate and death on my mind, with a soul fulla fear.
And so I start to forget, what love was supposed to be.
Instead I just accept, this life God chose for me.
I lose my faith, and rely only on myself.
Give in to hate, cuz that church shit didnt work.
I turn to spells, but the Craft only made it worse.
Cuz all that magic only helped to crave the Devils thirst.
The more I tryda take away the pain, the more it hurts.
And just like dirt, I go and fall off from the earth.
I'm inside the hearse, goin down face first.
I'm already dead, but still livin with this curse.
My enemies in my own shadow, where the darkness lurks.
All the lights are out now, I'm all out of words.