What's Left is Me

Rage ringing in my ears

the anger stomping out the fear

I’ll strike with every downbeat

With blackened eyes I finally see


with a bruised heart I finally feel

with nothing to lose I have a will

with a cut throat i try to speak

with every injury what’s left is me


Now I am misfortune’s son

the one who lost before he even begun

the one who’s misery was won

by the prospect, idea, that he thought he was done


with the aches and the pains that this life brings

in the darkest of night I tried to sing

waiting for the sunrise to light my dreams

but with dreams you must do more than believe


so from the ash of my former self I scream

scream for the change I know I need

I’m down and out, but far from defeat

I may be hurting but I’m not deceased