I spent each waking moment building something I...
but when I finished I could see that what I built...

A giant emptiness is visible from where I stand,
before the mirror in my room...

I know you'll never say it:
those dreaded words, "Me too...

I've found out why I have few friends,
why phones lay quiet in my hands...

I could not once revive your heart
after the break of day...

Injustice,
undermining my soul's ambitions...

I see through your bragging
to the person that you are...

I whisk away the dreams of days
gone far beyond my grasp...

It is apparent,
gauging from my presence in this pitch black room...

Here, in this tumultuous world,
I have this truth that stands...

Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...

Who could know that deep inside
monsters, within you, reside...