When does the love start
and the pain end
and does it know when One's made it?
Does One know if it's broken,
the parts missing,
or is One just pretending to fake it?

One's just half a thought away
From being rotten and decayed
And it still has the gall to say
That it's okay...

The only words speak
of the truths when
the hope becomes a weakness.
When the soul's rot
and the heart's dead,
but One still goes on-
can One make it?

One has half the nerve to stay
Lost in hatred and dismay
Accosted, toxic, and afraid
To say it's okay

And now One's cold, it's a mess
To find a way out of this flesh
But it's too old and it will digress
To find some way out of this...

One has gone astray, losing itself each day
No one saves, no one dares
And when it's all gone away, One hopes it has died that way
No one comes and no one cares

One's just half a thought away
From being rotten and decayed
And it still has the gall to say
That it's okay

One has half the nerve to stay
Lost in hatred and dismay
Accosted, toxic, and afraid
To say it's okay

One's broken and tired on display
Hoping for the endless day
Where it can truthfully come to say
That I'm...