My bed lies half-empty, much like my dreams,
A symbol that life isn't all that it seems,
That roses smell pretty but thorns draw blood
Proving hard times come easy as good.
Thin sheets of cotton can cling to the skin
When nightmares drag memories rumbling in,
Rubbing salt into wounds still refusing to heal
Proving hard times are part of the deal.
I've stared at the moon 'til the morning awoke,
Walked high wire nerves through the fire and smoke
Cursed the wind and his brother the sun,
Proving hard times have only begun.
This wall that my head bangs so stubbornly on
Is a statue to hard times, to show that they won
That my fingers slipped loose self-control
Proving hard times can eat up your soul.
I know hiding in shadows, the fear in the night
The sorrow of losing a one-sided fight
And a half-empty bed, full of being alone
Proving hard times are all that I own.