(Words and Music by Ian Rooke)
Blood on my hands from this broken glass
All the things I planned never came to pass
I felt like a refugee
Without a home no dignity
I was on my knees I crawled
I was left with nothin’
Nothin’ at all
Awake in the night in a fever sweat
All the things you said I can never forget
You were like the Pharisees
The one you crucified was me
I was down on my knees
I was left with nothin’
Nothin’ at all
I roam through the past tryin’ to find a key
There’s a devil on my back and I can’t shake free
I looked for some therapy
But the problem always lay with me
I could never break down the wall
I was left with nothin’
Nothin’ at all
(From the album The Outsider by Andy Vargo)