What's left to do? What have I ever done? Still reliving a war I thought I won. Inside my head, such bitter thoughts erupt. Can't come to terms with the fact that I may be corrupt. There must be something more, to life than giving up on myself. There must be something more, than faking who I am to get attention. I'm throwing my own intervention. 'Cause no one cares enough, to take an interest in all my problems. Let alone solve them. So here I am again, I just want this all to end. You'll never see the true me. I'm hiding where I'll forever be. You'll never find me, because I'm still chasing dreams that I'll never reach. The little sanity I've kept with me, is having a fist fight with my emotions, trying to keep me alive. So close to self-destruction. Sold myself after a price reduction. I guess I'm not worthless after all. Just cheap to the people that surround me. Where is this "god" of yours? All I see are petty thieves and whores. I don't have to draw the line. I'm taking back what's rightfully mine. Close your eyes, count to ten. Maybe when you look up, I'll be gone and you'll be happy again. Just put your head in your hands, when you look up, my dreams will have been long dead. Been long, long dead. Give and take, a vicious cycle. Give 'em an inch, they take a fucking mile. You say I'm wrong, but you're in denial. Shake my hand, fake a smile. Saying sorry to myself, because it's my own fault. I should pull the trigger now, so that you'll all be safe. I'm the worthless one. The worthless one with the gun to his head. Over me. Over me. You're over me. Under her. Under her. I'm still under her spell. I'm goin' straight to hell. You'll never see the true me. I'm hiding where I'll forever be. You'll never find me, because I'm still chasing dreams that I'll never reach. (Please change my mind, while I'm still breathing.) You say that life is a decision. A decision to live in sadness, or a decision to live in happiness. You must think the world is idiotic, because nobody with a brain would want to live the way I do. Constantly wondering when someone will find the insecurities you've been trying to hide behind your back for so long. It's not depression. It's fear, a fear that you're never going to be good enough for anyone, especially not yourself. So before you put down people who already have their heads hung low, and try to tell them that what they're going through is just a choice they can make in one moment, think. If everyone had enough strength within themselves to make this venture to happiness on their own, why wouldn't they?

You will not find relief through anything you believe in. You cannot live your life free of sin. Do as you think he'd want you to, but at the end of the day, he doesn't care about you. How can you think for yourself with Him breathing down your neck? I don't think you can. I don't think you can do much of anything with a masked man controlling you. Plans were made to be ruined. You were born to hate your life. You're lacking purpose, you're feeling used. Addicted to depression like a drug you abused. Equal in Death's eyes, we all pay the price. Worthless in God's eyes, you're living a lie. Salvation is not the key, faith is a burden. You've said prayers all your life, but nobody heard them. Look to the sky, there's nothing there. Look to the sky, there's nothing there. (I've let these lies control me, and take a hold of me all my life, never thinking for myself or walking my own path. Always looking back with the overcast of these judgmental eyes who hold the hand of a man that doesn't exist. No resistance to the man behind the curtain, pulling the strings in your back.) How can you think for yourself with Him breathing down your neck? I don't think you do. I don't think you can do much of anything with a masked man controlling you. Every single Sunday, you read from the book. Accept everything you're told without a second look. You have more faith than dignity, yet somehow you think that you're better than me. Keep talking, I'll keep shutting you out. You need to open your mind and stop running your mouth. I'll listen to you preach, but I won't believe. Nothing you say will ever convince me. You should treat every day as a new life and then maybe you'll be able to live without consequence. But until you free your mind, death will be lurking upon your shoulder until you take your last ignorant breath.

A mannequin that moved. I watched her slip through the cracks. She asked for this, I have to cover my tracks. It's not the first time. This is what I dreamt about, every night I laid in bed. Thought you had me fooled, but you're not too far ahead. When I studied your eyes, I could read what they said, I knew that this would end. But now I know more than ever, that this was a pointless endeavor. Hide all the evidence, they'll never find me. Lost in the walls, lost under floorboards. I fell in love with the scent of her hair, I fell in love with that look in her eyes. Haunting me, in my dreams, in my sleep. Taunting me, every breath I take is hers. A coffin keeps me safe, a coffin keeps me sane. A coffin keeps me safe, a coffin keeps me sane. A coffin keeps me safe, a coffin keeps me sane. A coffin keeps me safe, a coffin keeps me sane. I like you better lifeless, the cold dead stare. I like you better on your knees, expressionless but scared. I will consume every bit of you, the same way you consumed my heart. Consumed my heart, like it was yours to take from me. Take from me. Take your last breath, so I can kiss you goodbye one last time.

How many days have to go by before I can actually feel alive? How much longer can I live this lie before I tie the knot and say goodbye. Life has come at me with so many twists and turns, and it has made me far too sick, I think I need to pull over. I've crashed two too many times and in turn I've been marked with a sign that says "Proceed with caution" because I'm a danger to you, and your health is slowly declining because I let you down. Down They Fall, down they go, everyone I need in my life will run away until there is nothing left. I've been left with nothing in my heart, because I believe there's nothing left to feel. The funniest thing about it is I still have plenty of time left to live. I'm gonna be so numb, at least I hope, because if I'm not I'm gonna have to force myself to be. I'm gonna have to learn to be somewhat of a nihilist. I don't need to believe in anything except myself. And that's the one thing I can't seem to get a hold of. Down They Fall, down they go, everyone I need in my life will run away until there is nothing left. I have yet to find a new method, but I'm still trying every day. Nothing seems to change, and nothing feels right. They say life's worth living, but I can't pay for my mistakes anymore.

My sincere apologies, my sincere apologies, my sincere apologies... Please send my regards. I can't feel her heartbeat. I can't hear her heartbeat. I can't feel a thing anymore. I can't feel her heartbeat. I can't hear her heartbeat. Flat line. This is goodbye. Flat line. Is this goodbye? It's hard to say if I'm alive or dead, I can't see my own reflection. I've slowly wasted away, wasted away from the world. I'm a skeptic, I'm a failure. You're everything you never thought you'd become. You're everything you never thought you'd become, you never should have hoped we'd be one. Write my name. Cite my shame. Place the blame. I did it, I admit it. Write my name. Cite my shame. Place the blame. I did it, I admit it. You took the easy way out. You broke a promise you said you'd keep. You took the easy way out again, but you're not going to get away with it this time, this time, this time, this time, this time it's personal. Please send my regards. I could see it in your eyes.. The pain in your heart, the truth in your lies. All I had to do was look between the walls to which you're confined. And If I am ever so inclined, maybe I'll leave this all behind, leave this all behind me, leave it all behind. Don't say I never fought for you. They dug my grave, I dug theirs too. I dug your grave, I dug theirs too. Six feet deep in an eternal sleep. Never waking up. Constantly living in dreams I've been making up.