Tears for a Son

I've been wasting many years On the side of your bed Watching her take care of junior This ain't the life I wished for To see my son living his life an empty shell While I am living hell My back hurts And ruins my sleep The man next door Playes evil music he's such a creep The mask I carry on the outside Prevents the inside from shining through The pain of missing you... Now... One last try No, I won't let my son die Heaven tends to help The believing ones Let us hope for light Tomorrow's a brand new day Spare us a day of sorrow and decay