Verse 1:
The last day of December/ this winter’s more than just a cool breeze
The 31st/ the streets littered with dead Christmas trees and memories/
But they really don’t matter/
Can’t believe/ it’s goin on two whole years without her/
Memories/ bittersweet/ but the taste is always sour/
The reality is concrete can never grow a flower/
I ran away/ and dared my past to follow me/
I need an Angel of mercy/ Goodbye reality/
Goodbye/ to the life that I once knew/
Now I’m left in pieces/
I prayed the whole time NEVER saw Jesus/
Empty liquor bottles cigarettes and ash trays/
You can’t live like it’s Saturday if it’s Monday/
I took a plane/ a ticket for a one way/
Only to return three years from that Sunday/
And I returned/ worse off than when I left/
There’s no since in goin right when the sign clearly says left/
 
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I need an Angel of Mercy to come to my Rescue/
32 only left with tears and tattoos/
You only live once/
there is no rewind/
But I can’t let go of what I left behind/
I need an Angel of Mercy to come to my Rescue/
32 only left with tears and tattoos/
You only live once/
there is no rewind/
But I can’t let go of what I left behind/

Verse 2:
I need an Angel of Mercy just to help me make it through/
Smoked my heart weak my chest full of stab wounds/
Everyone I see/ I think they’re out to get me/
Walkin around paranoid to put it simply/
How am I/ supposed to be good when things are so bad/
How am I/ supposed to raise three kids and be a dad/
Regret is just a word/ if it’s not followed by an action/
I guess the joke on me because I’m the only one not laughin/
I came home/ everyone else had moved on/
I guess I’m the only one left here singin this sad song/
My best friend/ won’t speak to me and I know why/
I can’t blame him I guess it’s just too late to apologize/
The Serenity Prayer/ is now tatted on my arm/
Dear Lord I was just livin I never meant anyone harm/
People say if they could go back they wouldn’t change a thing/
That’s a lie/
Everyone changes/ and nothing is the same/
Even when we try
 
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Verse 3:
They say that life goes on/ and you can’t change the past/
And I never found solace at the bottom of that whiskey glass/
And I knew it the whole time/ but didn’t stop me from tryin/
And realize Tycoonius will always be part of Tyson/
And my daughters/ getting older/ they’re startin to ask questions/
Did you ever do drugs Dad/ have you ever been arrested/
What can I do lie/ or face the facts and answer/
They say take it a day at a time but I struggle every hour/
And I wish upon a star/ to take the pain away/
I say I love the sun/ but I cherish the rainy days/
Ain’t that some shit/ I’m a walkin contradiction/
It’s hard to live in the now when you’re thinkin of what you’re missin/
So I say goodnight/ smoke one last cigarette/
I know the Angel of Mercy’s comin he just ain’t found me yet/
It’s hard to be noticed/ when you’re stuck in the crowd/
This is my life/
these are the tears/
of a clown/

Chorus