If Only کے بول

Old ballet shoes tossed in the corner. I put my cigarette out on the floor. Same old broken down face in the mirror, and fist sized hole in the door. If only I could see past myself these ankles keep twisting in vain and the older I get the more things I let be to blame. Same old God, same old prayer. I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere. There's that old letter you wrote me. You said you wanted to be a star. Same old broken down car in the driveway, I guess we didn't get too far. If only I could see past myself, these keys they keep turning in vain, and the older I get the more things I let be to blame. Same old God, same old prayer. I keep repeating myself but I'm not getting anywhere. If only I Keep talking to that same old God