Never have I felt so fragile, standing somewhere behind
Looking past so many faceless people, wondering if I'm blind
Where should I go if no place will accept such a sinner
Sitting all alone now, I'm hollow and growing thinner
Echos of the past trying to force me to pick up that blade
My life for sins, they say, is such a simple trade
Why shouldn't I erase my shallow existence
It's just so hard now, trying to go the distance
Thoughts like these are normal for me, so what does it mean
Sometimes I wonder if I'm really so obscene
I can't help falling, but I also can't stop hoping
That maybe one day a person will help me stop sloping
