Is there anything left of me? I'm comfortably living dead and when "I feel alive" I feel nothing. Is there anything to bring me back from this? Got a noose tied to my tongue, pulling lost words out my mouth. Got a knot tied to my teeth, pulling pain out of my gums. I look at you & all I see is happiness on a price tag. A bought life, I won't settle in the eyes of conformity by the hands of organize society.