As I try to fill all of my empty days, I stumble round on through my memory's maze; of all my past, only the sadness stays. I went moping down by the bridge; I rode a bike in the snow to the mini-mart; I thought of the ways that I have broke my own heart. It's not for me to fill the blue sea with tears, but when I think back on all the wasted years all the good cheer and all of the charm disappears. I wore the exact same clothes for five days; the bailbondsman gave me a smile; I was just thinking of only my sins all the while. As I try to fill all of my empty days, I stumble round on through my memory's maze; of all my past, only the sadness stays