You ask me why I haven't been myself in so long
And Darling, if we are being honest
The answer is so simple,
Yet much too difficult to even begin a weak attempt at some kind of explanation.You see.. My love, I haven't been myself for a very long time, growing more and more afraid every day.
Filled with a fear that the man you fell in love with is gone, like the smile in your eyes when you tell me you love me.I mean, maybe somewhere DEEP inside there may be a small flicker of hope that the write of these words isn't yet an empty capsule.
But, honestly I stopped holding onto the possibility that there could be any life left within me, the same way you stopped holding onto me when we sleep at night.I used to be a somebody!
I used to have so much... hope
But hope DIED somewhere around the same time that I sang the last lines.
On that night that my band played our last show.
I thought I found the... blueprints of my life, But I only found disappointment...
Emptiness...And as I stood up on that stage, looking at the people who made life worth living...
I thought I could blink...
And when I opened my eyes,
There was nothing.Just an empty room
Where I sat hugging my knees
Wishing I could rewind
And have a life worth living again.If the man I was before that night looked into a mirror...
I don't think he would be able to even begin to recognize the monster he would see on the other side.
Just a subtle reflection of the mess I have become.I'm sorry...
I don't know why I apologize when I feel no remorse
In every aspect of life
I feel like I'm marching to the beat of a dead horseI haven't talked to God in weeks
I just keep asking Him if he's real.
If he was, do you think this is the way he would let me feel?Here I go again,
Blaming everyone but myself.
I wish I could just clean out the compartments inside my head,
Put it in a jar up on a shelf.I would not have to be alone with my thoughts,
Because the thoughts would not exist
And if that's what you call loneliness...
Give me loneliness...And I'll be fixed.
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I use to be a somebody (Emptiness)
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