cut me open, look inside

then you'll notice that I lied

I'm not happy but I'm not sad

I feel nothing, but I feel bad

life goes by way too quick

yet it barely even goes by.

my soul is empty; it's cold as rain

I think, I fear, that I'm going insane

certain things used to make me smile

I stand alone in a dark isolated isle.

I fear my future so much it makes me sick

every night when I go to bed, I cry.

take me out of this hell, already

I'm destroyed inside; I'm unsteady

re-light my candle, it has burned out

all these years and not one person heard me shout

I'm afraid of what I might do, what I want to do

I wish I were dead… Why does it seem I already am?

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