Living life hopelessly carrying
scars in my heart
don't bother asking why
because I
don't know where to start,


Tired and worn out
weathered from the storm
I wish to God that I
wasn't ever born,

Strung out from the Alcohol
hating the Alcoholic I
had become
still sometimes I miss
the way Alcohol made me
numb,

I fight back the urge to
drink and
I pray to God instead
but no matter how hard I pray
I still wish I was dead.

walking in heaven
oh
how great it will be
I can't wait to
walk with Jesus
so death please take me
and set this Broken
Man
Free!