As I try to fill all of my empty days I stumble round on through my memory's maze; Of all my past, only the sadness stays I went moping down by the bridge; I rode a bike in the snow to the mini-mart; I thought of the ways that I have broke my own heart It's not for me to fill the blue sea with tears But when I think back on all the wasted years All the good cheer and all of the charm disappears I wore the exact same clothes for five days; The bailbondsman gave me a smile; I was just thinking of only my sins all the while As I try to fill all of my empty days I stumble round on through my memory's maze; Of all my past, only the sadness stays