| My mind, it’s gone
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| My mind, it’s gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone
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| And I can’t do a thing for it
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| I live alone
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| I’ll die alone
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| Leave me alone
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| And let me slit my wrists
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| I’m fascinated with the notion
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| Of people’s urge to run and hide
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| It doesn’t touch me
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| Life doesn’t matter
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| I live my life
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| Empty inside
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| No feelings, no emotion
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| Only sorrow for the past
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| You can watch me beg for drugs
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| 'Cos I’ve lost all my pride
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| I see the looks you give
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| But I know it doesn’t matter
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| I’d be living life in shame
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| But I’m empty inside
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| Empty inside…
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| Searching, looking for nothing
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| And you’re following me to it
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| Watching, as every moment
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| Turns to loss of innocence
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| Your mind, it’s gone
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| Your mind, it’s gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone
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| And you can’t do a thing for it
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| You live alone, you’ll die alone
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| I’ll leave you alone
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| And let you slit your wrists
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| No feelings, no emotion
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| Only sorrow for the past
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| You can watch me beg for drugs
|
| 'Cos I’ve lost all my pride
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| I see the looks you give
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| But I know it doesn’t matter
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| I’d be living life in shame
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| But I’m empty inside
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| Empty inside…
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| You cannot hurt me
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| You cannot make me feel small
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| You cannot touch me
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| You cannot make me feel at all
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| No feelings, no emotion
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| Only sorrow for the past
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| You can watch me beg for drugs
|
| 'Cos I’ve lost all my pride
|
| I see the looks you give
|
| But I know it doesn’t matter
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| I’d be living life in shame
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| But I’m empty inside
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| Empty inside… |