I haven’t been myself in a very long time

The eyes in my reflection looking back at me are not mine

My innocence is gone, replaced with fear

I’m losing track of days and nights, the minutes turn into years

Every little thing, means just about everything

And all your little nothings mean I'm still worth something

You're not here

You're not here

You're not any fucking where

And I'm drowning here in a crowded room

In the isolation thе dark consumes

And I don't care

I don't care

I can't seem to fucking carе about anyone or anything

Only what I want and what I need

Did you get all that you wanted from me?

There’s still a pulse under the skin and I'm ready to bleed

I’m seeing ghosts out of the corners of my eyes

They look a lot like you and like your promises, they’re nothing but lies