Silence,
   The only sound coming from a fan.
Darkness,
   The only light coming from the stars outside
Coldness,
    The only warmth coming from a single blanket.
Isolation,
    The only company coming from old memories.

Who would've known quitting was such a big
    mistake?
Now I sit here, rotting,
    my soul free to take.

Nothing of my own,
Not one thing belongs to me
Nowhere to go,
Not even someone to see.

I want to turn my life around,
But I don't know how.
The place to do it is here,
The time to do it is now.

Now I'm on top of the world,
Not a single thing can stop me.
I'm a great success,
I go as high as the eye can see.

But now I can't sleep,
My sequestrations keeping me awake.
Now I sit here, rotting,
My soul free to take.