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Unsteady
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?
