Within me my soul
Is withered and used up
Too much contemplating
Caused by too much time to think
Has stolen all my energy

Every day I wake up and morn for the night
Holding within me a hatred for light
I hold within my self hatred me for paths not taken
I hold within me a passion for deeds unable to be done

Sometimes I’ll be sitting alone
And I’ll start to think in rhyme
Can you answer me why?
Can you answer me why people ask me to change?
Or why at the end of the day my heart feels drained?

I’d like to say that I’m sorry
To those to whom I bore my soul
I shouldn’t of expected you to understand
But I stand by what I said for it is how I feel
 
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