i burned my sunday clothes thought i had found my gold but here i sit picking up the pieces and i ve given up my hope replaced with will to cope i lost my friends to drugs and drinking i m slowly slipping away is it sad to say i feel okay i ve tried my changing but god i just don t care at all but god knows that i ve been playing a fool i ve been staying up and torturing myself and if i could i would save my own soul i would burn my cross burn it to the ground so i screamed my final words not sure they would be heard but i packed my bags and i carried on and now i stay up nights contemplating the value of one life but like eric told me keep on keepin on am i broken is there just too much to fix like a puzzle whose pieces just won t fit i m sick of hauling myself in to learn there s just nothing that can be done but god knows that i ve been playing a fool i ve been staying up and torturing myself and if i could i would save my own soul i would burn my cross burn it to the ground and i was too scared to face it i settled for fool s gold now i m trying to make it worth something it s not but god knows that i ve been playing a fool i ve been staying up and torturing myself and if i could i would save my own soul i would burn my cross burn it to the ground