everyone you know already thinks your crazy.
always being locked inside your head.

scared and depressed you hide so no one can see.
thinking no one cares and you're better off dead.

where once stood a man now looms an empty shell.
alone in the shadows with a story almost to dark to tell.

your completely worthless and no good,
and don't belong on this side of the ground.

trying to move on inching foreword in tell with pleasure I tear you back down.

you will finally fall for the last time to die where you fell,
slowly eyes closing freeing me of this endless hell.