I had this voice ringing in my head telling me
It would be better in the end. So I tore myself
To a pile of shreds looking for a part that wasn't broke yet
This empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. The past
I hold around my neck is choking me to death
Don't waste your time on me
I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me
And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare
I live cast aside in the crushing wake of a wrecking ball of a fate
Haunted by the times when I'm wide awake in a nightmare
I cannot shake. This empty hole inside my chest is all that
I have left. The past I hold around my neck
Is choking me to death
