So numb from feeling, I don't notice the pain
There's just so much to lose, but nothing to gain.
There's a black empty void my head seems to be in
A dark cloud that follows, remnants of things.
I cant' talk anymore, I'm all out of words
When it falls on deaf ears, perhaps they are yours?

It's ok, stop the world, cause I wanna get off
I'm tired, wore down, completely tore up
Can't handle the bullshit, I've had enough
Like a bandaid on a gaping wound,
There for appearance, not out of love

Always the thorn, but seldom the Rose
My words are my offering, a true gift of prose
This gift cannot equal, what your offering has been
Your heart I hold dearly, it's your spirit I can't win