I've never felt so dead inside,
I've never been this cold...

There's things in my past
I'll never let you know...

My mind's buzzing with thoughts.
They're driving me insane...

Do I look like a toy to you?
That you can use and abuse...

How can you call yourself a friend?
Can't you see I'm hurting...

We started out as friends,
Friendship grew to more...

I lay down on my bed,
Finding designs in the white ceiling above...

I feel as though I'm not really alive. Nothing...

To my so-called-friend I say why?
Why did you use me...

To the memories of you,
And the feelings that were true...

Decades of wisdom
Packed into eighteen years...

You knew all the right things to say
To make everything bad go away...