| I drag my hands through the soil in hopes
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| To find my solace
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| An answer to this empty shell
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| I rub my fingers across my face
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| To remind me of myself
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| A reminder I can’t bare to recognise
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| That once was there is now gone
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| I resemble emptiness
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| A perfect picture of denial
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| What’s happening to me?
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| I’m staring into this void of existence
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| Fading into an empty space
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| An empty space made just for me
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| I’m so sick and tired of this disease
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| When will this emptiness be erased?
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| I have lost my lust for living
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| No hope, no serenity
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| Life has lost its meaning
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| I’ve forgotten what it means to be alive
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| No one should ever have to face this
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| No one should ever have to feel this
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| I can’t help but feel so hopeless
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| As I shed a poison tear, I can only question
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| Where was my chance to bloom?
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| As I shed a poison tear, I can only question
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| Where was my chance to bloom?
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| It was never there
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| It was never fucking there
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| I’m so sick and tired of this disease
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| When will this emptiness be erased?
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| I have lost my lust for living
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| I’m so sick and tired of this disease
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| When will this nightmare be done with me?
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| I have lost my lust for living |