What’s left to do?
What have I ever done?
Still reliving a war I thought I won
Inside my head, such bitter thoughts erupt
Can’t come to terms with the fact that I may be corrupt
There must be something more
To life than giving up on myself
There must be something more
Than faking who I am to get attention
I’m throwing my own intervention
'Cause no one cares enough
To take an interest in all my problems
Let alone solve them
So here I am again
I just want this all to end
You’ll never see the true me
I’m hiding where I’ll forever be You’ll never find me Because I’m still chasing
Dreams I’ll never reach
The little sanity
I’ve kept with me Is having a fist fight with my emotions
Trying to keep me alive
So close to self-destruction
Sold myself after a price reduction
I guess I’m not worthless after all
Just cheap to the people that surround me Where is this god of yours?
All I see are petty thieves and whores
I don’t have to draw the line
I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Maybe when you look up
I’ll be gone and you’ll be Happy again
Just put your head in your hands
When you look up, my dreams
Will have been long dead
Been long, long dead
Give and take, a vicious cycle
Give 'em an inch, they take a fucking mile
You say I’m wrong, but you’re in denial
Shake my hand, fake a smile
Saying sorry to myself
Because it’s my own fault
I should pull the trigger now
So that you’ll all be safe
I’m the worthless one
The worthless one with the gun to his head
Over me, over me You’re over me Under her, under her
I’m still under her spell
I’m going straight to hell
You’ll never see the true me
I’m hiding where I’ll forever be You’ll never find me Because I’m still chasing
Dreams I’ll never reach
Please change my mind
While I’m still breathing
You say that life is a decision
A decision to live in sadness
Or a decision to live in happiness
You must think the world is idiotic
Because nobody with a brain would want to live the way I do Constantly wondering when someone will find the insecurities you’ve been trying
to hide behind your back for so long
It’s not depression
It’s fear
A fear that you’re never going to be good enough for anyone
Especially not yourself
So before you put down people who already have their heads hung low
And try to tell them that what they’re going through is just a choice they can
make in one moment
Think
If everyone had it within themselves to make this venture to happiness on their
own
Why wouldn’t they?