not in the running, but this rain is nothing new to me anyway.

i see my reflection, no where near who i should be.

the spirt is willing, but the anchors of my flesh still hold me down.

with every distraction, i loose more of who i should be...



how many times to try, before i realize,

the flaws in my design make me have to ask why...

why'd you make me so weak?

i tried, but i'm incomplete.

is there this all there is, all there is to me?



how many chances at redemption do i think i'll ever get?

i keep changing my rythums, for a shot at something more.

miricles happen, so why do i feel like i've been left behind?

is it in my nature to look for what i can't find?



i should be a better man.

is this all there is?

i can pick myself up again.

is this all there is?

i hope that one day i'll make up then

but right now, this is all there is to me



no matter how i pray, i will never be complete

cause right now, this is all there is to me