Heart of Stone Whiskey Myers

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I
Don't like what I see
And I wonder if she'll ever know the
Darker side of me
Is my reflection just a shell of the
Truth?
Am I the living or am I the dying proof?

I'm learning to move slow, I'm learning
To let go
I'm learning most things a man my
Age is supposed to know
I'm learning how to write, I'm learning
How to sleep at night
I'm learning after these years how to
Be thankful for what I got
And I carry on
With a heart of stone
And calloused hands

Sometimes I think I'm crazy, washed
Up in the brain
As for my youth I threw most of those
Years away
And I can't even apologize for half the
Things I've done
Or all the nights spent looking down
The wrong end of a gun