I've become friends with the monsters under my bed.
Made amends with the demons that I've invited into my head.
Giving cancer a thought, and toasting to it.
Oh, Lord, I know it's not right, but the scars I've made can't get me through this.
I've searched this body high and low,
For a sign of the slightest, smallest hope.
Still I've found nothing.
It's a sad, hopeless rumor that a broken heart eventually mends,
Mines been broken for some time; full of ties with no ends.
Every person is a zombie in a body half alive,
But I'm the only one who knows it.
I'm the only body that's fully died.