My heart has lost its fire,
detached from all desire.
I have no soul to keep.
My eyes no longer weep.
Whispers in my head,
say i'm better off dead.
Nothing left to save,
find a place and dig my grave.

What's there to inquire?
Life to me is dire.
Bind me with barbed wire,
leave me in the mire.
I guess i'll fall asleep,
so that death to me can creep.
My friends won't understand..
a god nor demon...just a man.

But i'm not the man i use to be.
My empathy is gone.
No i'm not the man i use to be.
I have apathy in all.
See i'm not the man you use to see.
My sympathy is gone.
And i'm not the man i want to be...
just not the man i want to see.