Screaming "I don't care"
At the top of my lungs
No feelings or emotions
Easily roll off my tongue

Gonna leave me?
Left alone to soak in my misery?
That's my definition of sanity

Maybe it has something to do with
Being knocked unconscious at fourteen
Taken advantage of
But I only remember in my dreams
Then I wake up with no memory

I don't understand how I'm startled so easily
A simple figure of a man,
All of a sudden, standing anywhere near me
I jump, scream and can barely breathe
Even when I know it's the man that loves me
And would never intentionally hurt me

Panic flows continuously through me
Excessive amounts of anxiety
It's not really a new thing
Not really something anyone can explain
You could guess, make assumptions or try to diagnos me
But I don't think anyone could truly understand the pain

*I'm not so sure if no emotions is really a good thing...

~Two years ago, I met somebody.
Someone who could make me laugh,
A special somebody.
Only on that Friday,
Did he tell me he liked me.
And at the moment,
You were the only guy I could see.
A special feeling.
Did I forget my true love though?
Did I forget the one I had left behind?
You're miles from me,
Yet you're the perfect find.
You showered me with love,
The love of a lifetime.
I can't believe I nearly fell in love with a player,
When I should've always known,
You are the perfect one for me,
And I will be the perfect
One
for
you~

From the day I met you,
I entered a state of deep sadness.
It tore away at my soul.
Breaking my heart into pieces.
Since the day I met you,
I could only feel pain.
My life is a pit of tears.
I am shriveled up inside.
What have you done to me?
From the day I met you,
I died a little inside.
My pillow has never been more drenched,
With blood and tears.
Since to day I met you,
I knew I'd never be the same.
I'm running around in a lonely world;
And you're the one to blame.

The Boxer stands alone tonight.
There are no crowds to cheer him on.
There are no opportunities to pass him by.

The Boxer stands alone tonight.
His head is bowed, no longer strong.
His heart no longer knows what's right.

The Boxer stands alone tonight.
He can't remember for how long.
He can't remember what it felt like

to live
       carry on
                  to be strong
                                    to fight.

The Boxer stands alone tonight.
There is no one here to hear him cry,
alone in the ring, as baroque music flies
through the air; through his soul,
and at last lets him sleep.

There is not a soul left there that cares to cheer him on;
When he passes, there is no one left that deigns to weep.