What else am I supposed to lose

A son, a father, a lover, a family

I have been stripped bare

I have nothing left to take

So I sit here and wait

To see if tomorrow will bring somthing

Better then this

This place, this hole, this hell

My life is the cell that I'm confined in

A mental six by six

With no windows, no sunlight, no hope

Feeling like my future is the end of a rope

Could you cope?

Twenty eight and counting

Still trying to figure it out

I just want to scream over the death of a dream

It seems to go on forever this bad weather

And I'm just struggling to keep it together

And pray that maybe one day I can say

I've been blessed, I've passed every test

Now maybe I can rest

And just breath and belive

In something better then this

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