i ve been wasting many years on the side of your bed watching her take care of junior this ain t the life i wished for to see my son living his life an empty shell while i am living hell my back hurts and ruins my sleep the man next door plays evil music he s such a creep the mask i carry on the outside prevents the inside from shining through the pain of missing you now one last try no i won t let my son die heaven tends to help the believing ones let us hope for light tomorrow s a brand new day spare us a day of sorrow and decay