I've spent years living life as a ghost

Proof to myself I’m what I hate the most

I was put on this earth

To hurt and be hurt

Born from waste to rest in dirt

That's all I'm worth

I’d give anything to have a fucking purpose

To wake up one morning not feeling fucking worthless

Every day's a fucking waste and the nights are the same

What's the point of starting over if I'll still be to blame?

Remember when I said I learned from my mistakes?

Well I lied

I'm still pathetic, still a fucking fake

I've still got my head underwater, still gasping for breath

Still a man on the edge, still seconds from death

Still gasping for breath

Always been obsessive

A slave to routine

Making my deathbed since I was seventeen

My deathbed's my own

I've made my grave my home

And no matter what I try I’m still alone

I’m still alone