Every day I die a little inside
Everything I need is not mine
Why can't I change this mind?
I'm a misshapen puzzle piece
Every angle, misplaced
Meaning is meaningless
Fear is what steers us
Hope is what tears us
I love what I can't have
I have what I can't love
Selfish, withdrawn
I need it to go on
Doubt is an anvil
I carry aback
It's easy
Deserved
I did nothing
I get nothing
Brain death imminent
And this state is permanent
Every day I die a little inside
