Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. Once I was good enough. But not now, And likely never again. Do you remember when? I'm a stain upon a canvas, A blotch, a mark, a scuff. Once I was good enough. Nothing to say, Nothing to do. Why do I still love you? Open wound upon my heart Filled with dirt, grim and stuff. Once I was good enough. I'm sorry, its all my fault. I apologies, for all my faults.