Feeling glum, it's no suprise
Looking at familiar sights,
Seems like everything's, all the same.

It started with one lighter flick,
a flame coming straight out his bic,
and so the endless cycle, had begun.

There had been those other times,
when he's wished to silence his mind,
but nowadays, he hardly speaks at all.

It goes by many different names
but in the end,
it's all the same.
Anything that I could use,
to feel numb.

Buried deep within the walls,
Locked up but with open arms
Everything to give, yet no where to go.

Behind those deep and bright green eyes,
the prison of addiction lies,
caging up the Shadow deep within.

He never had a second chance,
the circle come asunder.
The pain you could hear in his cries,
a sound more loud than thunder.

But what's another soul unsaved,
this life is pointless anyways.
So I'll just rot in my own cage.
Clinging on til' the bitter end.

Because if you ask me,
I don't need anyone else.
Because, believe me,
I don't even love myself.
So who are you to wave your finger at me?