What can I tell you what can I say?

These last few years have really blown me away

Seems I’m not ready for what comes my way

Might have been easier had you not strayed,

Remember that cold winter as dead branches swayed

The bed was even colder where I laid

Then I realize nothing I could do if I stayed

So I got down on one knee and prayed,

Funny how God didn’t seem to answer

It’s alright I was never much of a dancer

Wasn’t there a reindeer named Prancer?

Thought of a prediction from a necromancer,

What have I lived for all of these years?

My children my estranged wives all of those fears

Seems the common denominator was just tears

Now who looks back at me from those mirrors?

We’re all just slaves at the tip of a knife

Nearing the drama of strife

Squandering our meaningless lives

Stung while getting honey from a hive,

I was left stunned unable to talk

All I could do was take endless walks

I prayed to God out loud hoping he wouldn’t mock

Thought I heard splashing on that salt stained dock,

Lost in those times and I wonder why

They’re all just shadows passing me by

A benign reflection in a passing woman’s eye

Sometimes I just have to stare up at the sky,

What have I lived for all of these years?

My children my estranged wives all of those fears

Seems the common denominator was just tears

Now who looks back at me from those mirrors?