Where is it I go?
My memory's failing me.
Where did I lose myself this time?

Chorus:
Something's wrong and I
Can't quite put my finger on it.
Something's dead in me.
Something has been lost.
Where's the kid I knew who
Took the world on at the age of three?
Something's gone that I can't get back.
I'm imprisoned and I can't get free.
Something's lost and the outlook's hopeless.
Something finally got the best of me.

Shooting back a stare
In the glass, a stranger.
I don't know or much like this guy.
He looks kind of empty.
He's feeling kind of spent.
I feel kind of useless and tired.

Chorus:
Something's wrong and I
Can't quite put my finger on it.
Something's dead in me.
Something has been lost.
Where's the kid I knew who
Took the world on at the age of three?
Something's gone that I can't get back.
I'm imprisoned and I can't get free.
Something's lost and the outlook's hopeless.
Something finally got the best of me.

I've a photograph
Of a boy who smiled.
I've a photograph of a boy who smiled.

Something's wrong and I
Can't quite put my...
I've been Lost.
I've been lost.

She stuffed herself with silicone.
Shoved her finger down her throat.
It's her magic wand.         

And she bleached it blond.
Lost a strand.
Tattooed her arm
And darkened her tan.
She is golden bronze
And she's almost ready now...

But she can't sit for the camera.
So generic.
Ordinary.
No she can't sit for the camera.
Cause she's not pretty.

And she bleeds her best.
Never enough.
Will she ever measure up
With the tabloid Gods
On their cushy pedestals?

Still she can't sit for the camera.
So generic.
Ordinary.
No she can't sit for the camera.
Cause she's not pretty.

It will not be long
Till she proves them wrong.
She's beautiful to me.
So damn beautiful to me.

But she can't sit for the camera.
So generic.
Ordinary.
No she can't sit for the camera.
Cause she's not pretty.

Well I came up hard
With a chip high on my shoulder.
Sucker punched,
I never stood a chance.
So I fought for breath,
I grabbed the ropes
And climbed to my feet again.
I'll be beaten by no man.

Chorus:
My eyes are open.
My heart's been broken.
Tough Luck Kid
I'll be okay.
My world's been shattered.
It doesn't matter.
Tough Luck Kid.
I'll be okay.

And one hundred lies I carelessly believed.
Only to be carelessly let down.
And I'm certain you think you've finally dealt the
last blow.
But it's just another scar.

Chorus:

My eyes are open.
My heart's been broken.
Tough Luck Kid
I'll be okay.
My world's been shattered.
It doesn't matter.
Tough Luck Kid.
I'll be okay.

So come and get me.
Come.and get me.

Chorus:

My eyes are open.
My heart's been broken.
Tough Luck Kid
I'll be okay.
My world's been shattered.
It doesn't matter.
Tough Luck Kid.
I'll be okay.

Words and Music by Brendan O’Donnell

Don’t waste your time.
You’ll get no closer.
You waste your time.
Life is overflowing with doubters.
All this time,
That you suffer is for nothing.
Don’t you cry.

Elaine,
Don’t you cry.

And all this time,
On this precious Earth you’ve wasted.
All the crimes,
We carry on our backs forever.
Can’t you find,
The hope you had when you were younger?
You’ll be fine.

Elaine,
Don’t you cry.
 

Words and Music by Brendan O’Donnell

Though you will not say you feel it,
I know your heart far too well.
Your kiss is the tragic secret,
That you do not dare to tell.

Louder the fear starts to beat us,
As a drum to sound our end.
Pretend not to notice,
Just long enough to make love.

Such Heartache cannot be placed on,
Your paper thin patience long.
I can’t help but feeling that my love soon will be gone.

Scared we will slip through our fingers.
Fearing a regret so long.
Panicked we tighten the screws
And strip what’s left of to hold on.

Stronger the fear starts to pull and
Tear the fabric of our shirt.
Pretend not to notice,
Just long enough to make love.

Such heartache cannot be placed on,
Your paper thin patience long.
And I can’t help but feeling that my love soon will be gone.

Gone.
 

Words and Music by Brendan O’Donnell

I won’t pretend.
Wounds do not mend easy.
And now and then,
An anger fills me.

All my life I’ve been lost,
Like a child in the dark.
Reaching for something to guide me.
Confusion that changes with each passing day,
Leads to moments of clarity.

I believe.
I can see.
There’s a future coming.
Grand in it’s shape
And it’s off and running now.
Now.

Hard to believe,
I could neglect these gifts,
that I’ve received.
A miracle to breathe.

And with each passing breath,
There’s a feeling that comes,
Unpredictable as me.
With each passing moment,
A gift given, lost.
Come share this treasure with me.

I believe.
I can see.
There’s a future coming.
Grand in it’s shape
And it’s off and running now.
Now.

You can’t deceive
Yourself from things known to be true.
You can achieve.
Impossible though it seems.

All your hopes,
All your worries,
Wishes, fears,
Dance together cheek to cheek.
All your beauty,
Love,
Tender strength,
Are obvious to me.

And I believe.
I can see.
There’s a future coming.
Grand in it’s shape
And it’s off and running now.
Now.
 

Words and music by Brendan O’Donnell

I am subject to your whims.
I’m at the mercy of your mercy.
I depend on what you give.
And I’ll starve if I cannot devour you.

I don’t bend I break.

I am a slave to your skin.
My fear is master and my master chains me.
A contestant who can’t win.
And life is a game that I falsely play.

And I don’t bend I break.

Snap.
Twig that you are.
Crumble with pressure.
Sink in the sand.
Twist in the wind.
Drown in the current.
Fall off the mountain.
You’re at the end before you begin.

I seek penance for my sins.
I pray for comfort and for your forgiveness.
Humble myself time again.
It’s not the first time I’d be on my knees.
And I won’t ask I’ll beg.

Go on.
Cry like a baby.
Ask you to save me.
Promise like crazy.
Beg like a dog.
Worship your master.
What’s all the laughter.
Flat on the surface and ready to fall.
 

Words and Music by Brendan O’Donnell

You want so much again the boy.
To wear his skin.
Feel his joy.
A deeper pitch to sadder sighs.
Deep thorn within you while…

These moments slip away.
And tomorrow is today.
And all lost poor chosen phrases fade,
Without a sound.
All your past regrets refrain.
Can’t go back to yesterday.
And the fool looks for lost gold that won’t be found.
Won’t be found.

You do not recognize the face.
Framed standing on your mantleplace.
Yours once it now belongs to him.
You want it back again.

These moments slip away.
And tomorrow is today.
And all lost poor chosen phrases fade,
Without a sound.
All your past regrets refrain.
Can’t go back to yesterday.
And the fool looks for lost gold that won’t be found.
Won’t be found.

You grab so tight at all you’ve missed.
Hands squeezed too tightly lose their grip.
Like water all these days and years.
Washed away with your tears.

These moments slip away.
And tomorrow is today.
And all lost poor chosen phrases fade,
Without a sound.
All your past regrets refrain.
Can’t go back to yesterday.
And the fool looks for lost gold that won’t be found.
Won’t be found.