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 who's 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