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