I try but no one seems to care about where I've been. Well I just might drag the water that circles beneath my feet. The chance it's all mine. I'm slithering back into a hole where I lost my dreams. If it takes me all night I'll make it alright now. The odds are pushing against me so pull my weight. I've got to get back on my feet and stop crawling before it gets a little too late. Blood from the pen of my soul - this living diary. Well I'm not blind I swear, I tried to find the way, but all i am is a broken man so I'll sit and wait until it does away