Clouded sky no light to guide
Shadows creeping pain inside
Hands are shaking thoughts collide
Beer cans tipped empty pride
Cigarette burns soul denied
Cracked mirror reflection lied
Cut down that shit cut it good
Mowing grass in this damn misunderstood
Blade's spinning like my mind
Gotta trim this mess left behind
Footsteps echo silent plea
No one's listening drowning plea
Broken dreams like glass debris
Whiskey nights eyes bloodshot red
In this wasteland inside my head
Haunted by the words unsaid
Cut down that shit cut it good
Mowing grass in this damn misunderstood
Blade's spinning like my mind
Gotta trim this mess left behind