Numbness fills your empty soul, right up to the brim.
The time for you to win has passed, and now you're feeling grim.
Calming pills and sweaty hands,
All those angry, punk-rock bands,
Really, all for nothing in the end.
It's just too bad your heart never did mend.
Goodbyes leave you insecure, in denial, wanting more.
Nothing can make up for, the lost time, you'd been so sure.
Shattered glass and empty cans,
Strange new men and dirty vans,
All in order for you to forget,
The pain, the hurting, all that pointless fret.
Shadows are all memories, reminders of your pain,
Ghosts that huant you in your dreams, creatures all in vain,
Loud footsteps and creepy sounds,
Crying birds and howling hounds,
Eluminate the loudness of your fear,
With each new sound you cry another tear.
