Taken apart piece by piece, why isn’t there room to grow?
I lost my mind, I lost my heart, and what about my soul?
So how do I get out of this mess I call my life?
I feel like a dead corpse, just stumbling around with seldom sights.
It seems that every feeling I ever get to feel, gets ****** right out of me.. **** I just want to feel real.
But with every fibre of my being, slowly being taken away.
There’s little hope to continue, so I guess I’ll just continue trying to be okay.