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What did I ever have in my life to give?
all the time I used I never wanted to live.
I never did anything right, nothing was ever good
I should be six feet under in a box of wood.
Why am I still here? I wonder on many a day
If there is a god how come he never took me away?
I hated my whole life, there was never a plan
I couldn't even manage to be a real man.
I was granted the gift of being a dad
but I almost messed it up by being so bad.
Were was I going, was there ever a point?
all I ever wanted was powder and the next joint.
In and out of the black, my life a drugged up haze
the end getting nearer every one of those days.
The question still remained, what have I to give?
now i'm clean it's obvious, to be there for my daughter ,
that's why I still live.