My trembling hands steady fast
As my mind lays down words unspoken
to make light of life, my pencils working
as dreary thoughts fill my head
these words should be dead
To Davey Jones Locker I go!

To sit alone and always stone
the one true man who truely understands
to turn this life as cold as ice
but can melt a heart with pen and thoughts.

I never knew to be much more
than a lifless man kicking a can
down the river road, that brings the bones
To Davey Jones Locker I go!

I can spare no more tears
for the time such as mine
as my clock has ticked tocked
back to the place thats cold like stone
To Daveys Jones Locker I go!

As to what's left of my heart
just to pick a part, these bones that hold no more
As i wish to hold a light
to a path always brighter than the last.

But to me I will never see
nothin more nothin less
just to digrees back to a place
where only I can see my face.

What a waste as i could have been
so much more behind a pen
But here i sit, hearts so hollow
watching bubbles of tommorrow
To Davey Jones Locker I go!