There are days there are months there are years,
When I've run out of words to say,
I climb up on my cross,
I lean in to my loss,
And watch myself fade away
There are days there are months there are years,
I just can't seem to hold the line,
I wade through the day,
Like a ghost through the grey,
Waiting on the end of time
Don't look at me,
Don't want you to see what I've become
There are doubts there are dreads there are fears,
That I know I must face alone,
I hide out from the sun,
All my deeds lay undone,
Though I am reaping what I have sown
There are days there are months there are years,
I can hardly believe were real,
I look with dismay,
I waste day after day,
So numb I can barely feel
Don't look at me,
Don't want you to see what I've become
There are days there are months there are years,
When everything falls apart,
For every dream that has died,
Pulls me further inside,
And drives a dagger through my heart
There are days there are months there are years
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