This broken day will come and go

Broken and battered with nothing to show

Could this be the better part of my life

Something to hold on to white knuckle tight

I wait for something

You gave me nothing

I wait for something real

Something real

In the air I hear the sound of your voice

Too many questions with no clear choice

On my mind are the clouds in your sky

Will they rain down on you the day that I shine

I'd get down on my knees

With open wrists begging please

Oh won't you be my angel of sweet nothing

All that was said about the feelings I've bled

I want to disappear

My peddled flower my finest hour I've

Grown so tired of living this life