One by one. Carefully.
Give it everything you have.
but the wind blows them all away.
You comfort yourself with the blanket,
of thoughts of them,
comforting you in times of need.
But the wind blows the blanket away.
Put your dreams to sleep.
Lay down alone in the ground.
Watch the blood rush out from your veins.
Will there be a better tomorrow?
You wouldn't know
the heartache and the heartbreak
has made you a dead man already.
You're a nobody.
Trying to be a somebody.
Will you make it?
You wouldn't know,
the heartbreak and the heartache,
has made you a dead man already...
