So blank inside, can't feel anything but pain.
I know little by little i'm slowly going insane.
I can count my cuts as marks of my past.
But still they don't mean nothing
cause in the great scheme of things.
I'm still last.
It doesn't matter what I do
things don't seem to change
And no matter what I go through
When I think it might be over with.
Things are still the same.
