I'm ready to touch the sky but I can't , I'm a bird with broken wings,
I'm ready to die but then I ain't ,like a bee before it stings,
I doubt it knows or cares it's fate is sealed, it's too enraged to see,
though I wish I knew before , that hurting you, would mean the end of me,
You should have told me it was for keeps this time , I wouldn't have let you walk,
if I'da known you were not to return ,I would have made some time to talk ,
the women the parties the drinks and drugs they all went to my head,
so perhaps you did say it ,but I didn't hear, because my brain was dead ,
or maybe just maybe you are not really there, now wouldn't that be grand,
there must be someone out there some where that can help me understand,
my hopes ,dreams, my world is crumbling to pieces soon I will be lost in the sand,
if there is a god , and he can hear me I could really use a hand...
