It was like this when we found it
A total catastrophe
Hope is but a four letter word
Our hands soaked in apathy
Someone else did this
So its not ours to fix
Pass the past to the future
Make it last, as our gift
It won't be better when we leave it
No regrets, not apology
Broken and beyond repair
Is this our cross to bear?
Sometimes I wish we'd die in our sleep
So our children won't have to
