| My personal decay, further, faster longer gone
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| Killing my mind for it to leave me in peace
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| Once with eyes of clarity, shrouded in a veil
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| Yearning for relief that is nowhere to be found
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| I don’t want to be so broken
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| I don’t want to be, so scarred beyond belief
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| There is nothing left to loose but I’m bound to try
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| Nothing left, nothing to repair
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| I don’t want to be so broken
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| I don’t want to be, so scarred beyond belief
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| There is nothing left to loose but I’m bound to try
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| Alone in my hollow shell
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| A sense of purpose left, since long gone lost
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| Treading on glass in the minefield of my brain
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| Hollow thoughts where once a mind was found
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| Screaming at the ghosts whom are long gone now
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| I don’t want to be so broken
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| I don’t want to be, so scarred beyond belief
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| There is nothing left to loose but I’m bound to try
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| Nothing left, nothing to repair
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| I don’t want to be so broken
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| I don’t want to be, so scarred beyond belief
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| There is nothing left to loose but I’m bound to try
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| Alone in my hollow shell |