No.  You are not numb.
You feel pain from how apathetic you’ve become.
You just don’t care that you hurt because there’s nothing to be done.

Sit right down let me tell you what we serve
You might think it quite absurd
But we only have just one dish
And it might even be what you wish

But apathy is our only course
I hope that is your choice
It's very easy to prepare
And everybody can have their share
If you don't like it we don't care

Empathy use to be our greatest cuisine
It really was quite supreme
But serving it was such a pain
And to admit it we are all just to vain
It took to much time
And it didn't pay a dime
We had to layer in the flavors
Of truly caring, love, patience, and of course life savers

Who has time for all of that, not us
We don't need all the fuss
For we only care about our own
To care about strangers we're not prone
Your tears we care nothing about
So just sit over there and pout

For we only serve one thing here.......apathy
We are to self-absorbed for.......empathy

Something has me quite unsure
of the security I've known.
Eyes see from the mirror
how little I have grown.

Years ago I dreamed and planned
of accomplishing this test.
But, now I sit and cough.
I know I've never done my best.

My resolutions left unsolved
No strength to take my hand
How easy too, to just get through.
How hard to be a man.

But, one thing I am sure of,
and let no one else deny;
One day I know I'll make it.
I will do this before I die.

Feeling glum, it's no suprise
Looking at familiar sights,
Seems like everything's, all the same.

It started with one lighter flick,
a flame coming straight out his bic,
and so the endless cycle, had begun.

There had been those other times,
when he's wished to silence his mind,
but nowadays, he hardly speaks at all.

It goes by many different names
but in the end,
it's all the same.
Anything that I could use,
to feel numb.

Buried deep within the walls,
Locked up but with open arms
Everything to give, yet no where to go.

Behind those deep and bright green eyes,
the prison of addiction lies,
caging up the Shadow deep within.

He never had a second chance,
the circle come asunder.
The pain you could hear in his cries,
a sound more loud than thunder.

But what's another soul unsaved,
this life is pointless anyways.
So I'll just rot in my own cage.
Clinging on til' the bitter end.

Because if you ask me,
I don't need anyone else.
Because, believe me,
I don't even love myself.
So who are you to wave your finger at me?