My hopeless mind, my endless heart, and my restless soul
I think them trying to **** me
To hasten some death that will bring them peace
A place to rest, a place to run, and a place to be free
What am I without them?
Nothing but this empty self, staring in a mirror of my own despise
What a crazy life
So full and empty at the same time
I think this madness I see is nothing but my own disguise
Of a place so much better, if only I could let down this charade of all I've ever been.