Besedila: Perception Of I. Other. Never Numb Enough.

For all the broken things i've done
All the trying to make it numb
Now my doors are bolted shut, and my windows are boarded up
I don't want anyone to hear, but still my words won't stop

I'm sorry it took so long
I'm sorry I'm not so strong
Every thought brings so much pain
I miss everything

This is not a suicide poem
This is not a note
This is not a song and it will never come out how I intend it to
This is a eulogy for hope, a goodbye for self esteem
A funeral for anything that was once inside of me

I'm sorry there's nothing left to give
I'm sorry I can't just stay out of the way
When every thought reminds me of how it used to be
I miss everything
I miss everything
I miss everything too much