Simple treasures stripped from the hands that created them/
In turn given back the fate of karma that I so easily dismissed//
Now as this six string lies bleeding in my arms once more/
I hang my head in shame an remember when fate i did kiss//

Cascading sorrows melt down along these sunken cheeks/
But no one takes pity, when pity is often a sign of regret//
Pass me by as the strangers you label yourself, do not pause/
Life gave me my chance and I ignored, now it's here to collect//