I sold my soul to the great unknown,
for all I feel is empty.
This broken heart could never be sewn,
for all my pain is plenty.
Holding onto nothing but a thread,
I've come to accept it.
Coming to terms with the voices in my head,
my thoughts becoming cryptic.
Sinking into these hands again,
knowing they will prosper.
The girl you knew way back then,
by now you've surely lost her.
