In my day I've had so many heartaches I should be dead,
but instead I'm laying here in this bed.
Life is hard to get through my head,
maybe cause I don't have a life unless I'm being lead.
It's hard to find a decent leader,
but I can't do any better...
So I'll be anyone's puppet that'll take my strings,
cause my soul hangs on many things.
And my heart is already gone,
so I guess it won't be long....
Before I must say my good-byes,
because my mind is slowly starting to die.
As I slowly start to drift into my final dream,
all my hopes and dreams will go bursting through the seams.