You took who I was, tried to tear it apart,
While the pieces of me, were swallowed by dark,
I'm still here, though cold and empty,
Thanks a lot for your lack of sympathy,
I hope you find yourself alone,
Stuck with the hatred you've oft shown,
But I'm stubborn, hard to change
So why don't I feel the same?
I'm wondering what I've become
Empty darkness, out of love,
So this is what it feels like to be used,
Alone, forgotten, unimportant, confused,
I can't believe I thought you were a friend,
But all things, good and bad, must end
