Every time I feel inside,
a hollow empty shell.
Every time I say goodbye,
you leave me as well.

Every time I see my soul,
there's nothing to see.
Every time I give my heart,
burned in the worst degree.

Can I call out my complications,
the crux of my frustrations?
Limiting my output and design,
have I really become benign?

So wrong
for so long...

should I just crawl and die?

So wrong
for so long...

it's like living a lie.

My soul inside,
an empty shell.
If I were you,
I'd leave you as well.

Am I dead inside,
a hollow shell?
In my own misery,
you leave me to dwell.

In hate you have proved me strong,
even though everything else is wrong.
Do you want me, do you need me,
can you say that you believe me?

So wrong
for so long...

is it time for goodbyes?

So wrong
for so long...

tell me am I dead inside?

I'm dead inside,
a hollow shell.
In my own misery,
you leave me to dwell.

You leave me to burn,
in my private hell.
If I were ever you,
I'd leave me as well!



....



Tell me can you hear the sound,
like everything has been compound?
Grate me or am I burning up,
did you just walk away?

SO WRONG!
FOR SO LONG!



Am I just dead inside?
Living in shadow, no place to hide.
Am I living dead inside?
Broken pieces brushed to the side.
Am I feeling dead inside?
How long since I last cried.
Am I feeling dead inside?
All the help I have denied.

11/15/2006