Take a really good look at me
Drink in all of what I've become
These are the eyes of an empty soul
A person left to die alone, undone.
I faught too many useless fights
Argued over unlawful things said
Now all that's here deep inside me
Has turned black with hate and dread
Twisting in and out of my mind
Are things of the past; a voice, a face
Bruising my ego to the very bone
I try to my best to get out of this place
What have I become now?
Another tool for people to use
Getting pushed and pulled around
Like I was meant to be abused
When does someone step in to help
And tell me when it's my turn to live?
Why do I have to watch the happy ones
Take from me until I have nothing to give?
