No life, no love.
Just alone. No real home.
What’s in the cards for me?
I guess for a while I was able to see.
But I’m losing hope to finding a key.
What’s locked inside my heart?
I can barely feel anything, at least I’m not falling apart.
How do I put the shards of my former self back to the version of the me I used to know.
I’m like a stranger in this body, and my life is a hoax.
No soul, no sorrow, just pity, no woe.
How did things get so contorted and distorted?
I need to get out of here because everything’s unclear.
Life might be worth it if I had someone near.

My feelings are fleeting, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to drown in them.
Happiness is deceiving because everyone’s always leaving, so what’s left of the plot?
I’m like a rollercoaster but I’m mostly distraught.
The thieves made their way into my being so now I’m just a shell of who I was before.
Maybe that’s why everyone always closes the door.
Maybe if I could learn to love myself I’d end up having more.
But this life of mine is a hoax, I feel like nothing but a joke.
If only I had something other than false hope.
Maybe then I wouldn’t want to succumb to the rope.

At the bottom is where they’re keeping me.
I guess it’s my fate to never find a key.
I don’t care too much about my sanity.
I’m in a sociopathic state, I just wish I could do away with their hate.
But it seems like I’ll never find a way to escape.
So I guess that means I’ll never get off this page.
I wish I could regain what got stolen out of the lifeless shell that I’m trapped inside.
But there’s little hope to overcome the tides.
I’m sick of all of their lies.
So I guess if I don’t break free I’ll have to find a new place to hide.

What am I doing
To myself?
I know it’ll hurt
I know it’s bad
I anticipate pain
Then I proceed!
What is this madness?
Why am I like this?

What if everything you will ever know,
Was a carefully orchestrated lie?
To tame you until the day you die,
And death only revealed this terrible blow?

They say life is unfair. It’s like I have some deathwish love affair. Why can’t I breathe some fresher air? I don’t know why but I’m becoming more and less scared. But I have nowhere left to go, I can’t even be myself. So let me drown in this bottle of doubt.

Destined to walk alone down this staggering and winding road. I guess this life has taken its toll. And my bones can’t withstand the cold. There’s nowhere left to go, I hope things get easier as I find a new place to call home.