Where are all the good things, 
Good things that I used to see?
I need a simple good thing, 
A good thing that will stay

Could I be a proud man, 
Proud of what I have to show?
A satisfied and proud man, 
Blessed without a guilty soul

I only speak excuses, 
Bitterness is all I know
There are no excuses, 
Bitterness must not take hold

Good things
Proud man