My Empty Life

Cheers to this life of mine
that I wish would wither thin
this life that I'm sick of living
I'm sick of being stuck in this skin.

I wish that I could just escape,
from my entire past,
its like in my world
nothing seems to ever last.

Nothing ever stays the same
people always seem to grow apart
and in the end its always me
they call the girl with the broken heart.

Here in this empty life
the walls of imortality consume me
here in this empty life
is a single thing called my plea.

I hate myself, I hate myself,
living in this empty life
is just another perfect reason
to why I use my jaded knife.

And I'm sick of all the hopelessness, that harasses my soul everyday, and my pain just remains, it never seems to fade away.

I have nothing left, but greiving
mourning the loss of tears gone by
And when I'm left with nothing
all thats left, is tears so dry.

And my soul is stained upon
inside everything that lingers
Let me count my tears like coins
their encased with heavens fingers.

Where is my bereaved heartless
the one who accepted me for butterflies, can't live inside this body, I've given it a thousand tries.

I've abandoned my heart once again, its time to leave it on its own, to let it wander past the shelter into the unknown.

Cheers to this life of mine
that I wish would wither thin
this life that I'm sick of living
I'm sick of being stuck in this skin.

Nothing ever stays the same
people always seem to grow apart
and in the end its always me
they call the girl with the lifeless heart.