1919 years and I'm still stuck on the ground
I've sunk as low as I can now
Above my head is everything that I could have ever reached for
My feet are drowning in this concrete
What have I misunderstood?
Where's that essential, hope-giving piece of the puzzle?
Ever-searching for the right thought that will fit in this world
Hidden, lost, destroyed, whatever it may be, I can't find it
My tears have long since been dried out
I shatter glass and reach for blades
Slice me open and make me drip
Just give me something that I can feel
What is it that I've got wrong?
Alone in this constricting hallway with no doors
I'm reminiscing about memories that aren't even mine
Living lives far beyond my consciousness, only to wake up and kill my own
My soul is empty, tinted with a shade of sadness
I feel outlived and outcried, tired by everything