My heart doesn't feel so good,
I can't think or see straight anymore -
my chest aches and skips,
I'm trying to sleep but my eyes are burnt and sore.

It seems that everyone I love
or had ever known,
has now betrayed my trust
packed up their bags and just gone -

I'm so ****** independent,
I ain't got no friends -
hell, who needs them?
Relationships with loose ends and frayed dividends,

portraying care that has a flair
for going sour and stale,
compassion that cries in corners
as love suddenly collapses and grows frail.

Are our lives determined by the shadows
that plague our sorry pasts?
In this black void of a world,
is there truly a happiness that can ever last?

Cawing crows as black as tar,
pick and feast upon my naked soul...
it's alright though
'guess I'll never be fulfilled whole,

never have a girl, nor a family,
I'll probably die alone in these faded clothes in which I dress -

once upon a time I cared...

but now I just want out of this life that's a sorry mess...