I am haunted by every mistake I have made
Hold in one hand all the good that I saved
Walk down the trenches the paths I have paved.

Sit in the mud and think about love
I believe it is real but no signs from above
Every hand that I held were the hands that shoved
The words that they spat I just felt unloved.

The music I hear touches my soul
For a minute I’m warm but then I’m just cold...