I had this voice ringing in my head telling me
it would be better in the end. so I tore myself
to a pile of shreds looking for a part that wasn't broke yet.
this empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. the past
I hold around my neck is choking me to death.
Don't waste your time on me
I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me,
and if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.
I live cast aside in the crushing wake of a wrecking ball of a fate.
haunted by the times when I'm wide awake in a nightmare
I cannot shake. this empty hole inside my chest is all that
I have left. the past I hold around my neck
is choking me to death.