Better Off Dead - Acoustic

There ain't one objection

That I haven't lodged

Makes me just want to give up

And get the hell outta dodge

But I stay here truthful

With a heart that's in pain

Just tryna stay dry

Though I'm standin' in the rain

Would she be forgivin'

If she only knew

How I try to tread water

Wearin' concrete shoes?

And it all goes rotten

Everything that I touch

And it won't be forgotten

That I've hurt her this much

Will I ever live down

Angry words that I've said?

I can't help this feeling

I'd be better off dead

She calls up her best friend

And she cries on the phone

And I feel like a stranger

In the house we call home

I beg her to listen

As she walks out the room

These clouds won't be clearin'

Here anytime soon

So, I take desperate measures

To bring back our love

By fixin' what's broken

But I can't patch things up

And it all goes rotten

Everything that I touch

And it won't be forgotten

That I've hurt her this much

Will I ever live down

Angry words that I've said?

And Lord, I can't help the feeling

I'd be better off dead

I walk past her bedroom

The first door down the hall

Where my daughter lies sleepin'

Unaware of it all

And Lord, I feel grateful

She's too young to see

The trouble and turmoil

'Tween her mama and me

And then I lean over

And softly kiss her head

And just then it hits me

I'm not better off dead