Letra de Eastwick

Is there any chance you could cut me some slack? Because I've been hanging for a while From this withered rope Forcing every sense I had of hope Have you ever felt the last spark of innocence die Before your very eyes and fade out of your life? I keep asking myself What wood was I carved from? But is it worth it for me to ask Which branch fell and left me here To crawl through this sinkhole? What could I ask that you help me hold back 'Cause I've been falling for a while Down this fucking slope Losing any sense I had of hope Have you ever felt the last spark of innocence die Before your very eyes and fade out of your life? I keep asking myself What wood was I carved from? But is it worth it for me to ask Which branch fell and left me here To crawl through this sinkhole? There's a collage of photos framed Dating '93 to '95 Though all it shows me is that I'm just a bad seed Falling off the family tree