Saint Of New Hope

Dark in the park @ Oakleaf on Argyle
In the middle of witching hour
I don't want to go home
My heads to big for my room
I'm drunk and depressed
A lethal combination
Oh, what I'd give to have my best friend right now
Just to have a conversation with

There's too much fightin' n' cryin'
Not enough lovin' n' huggin'
I'm full of guilt and pain
I kept it all bottled up inside
Now I'm busting out like I threw the bottle that was in my hand

Life's too quick
I'm strugglin' as a man
If I had a chance I'd go back again
To when I was kid
I just wanted to play
Didn't know what drugs were
I barely remember them days
I'm so incomplete
I'd change everything

But I accept can't
I must not fear
I've hit rock bottom
The only way is up from here
As long as I stand
I will forge a new path
With better decisions
I will find my God
My skin will thicken
Breaking out of this shell of whatever I used to be