I'm good at beginning
not good at ends

staring down at my weary hands
I realize that life is just what life gives
and how sleepy and tired my heart is
sands slowly fall to the abyss
I know what is coming and how terrible I will miss

just a day like today
just a day like yesterday
just a day like some time ago

I once knew
a smile true
I once knew
a laugh true

why do memories hurt me so
because they are so good they
remind me things do not last
I tell myself make the best of life's short line

Ii can't...I try... I'm tired...help
why oh why do you hold me up to throw me down
why do you make me strong so I can get up after to fall down again
and again and yet I'm strong and yet I stand and yet I fall
why oh why do I stand to and know what is coming

yes I know yes I see so what is the end for me?
I know...thats the problem
so every every day I pray
please take me away.