Undreaming

What's the point of trying
I have gone past dreaming
beyond the point of hope
I don't want to see my-self
so sunken in eye
as my wife holds my hand good bye.

Thick and thin she stays by my bed,
cleans me holds me, I have tasted her salty tear, as it dripped onto my
lips
seen her sweet smile turn to dip.

So sorry so sorry
this thing eats at me
and all I believe in
So sorry so sorry
I'm just undreaming.