nothing left, nothing to do, except what I had for you.
life is in shambles, no light like blown out candles.
ive never done it all, been to busy examining my fall.
off the hill top, not for nothing but this isnt what i thought.
emotionless distress, depressing my stress, filling in that hole you left.
at least i know, who i have, and who i can trust, not that it matters when were all turning to dust.
as a kid i had it figured out, what life was, and what it's all about.
dont know you now, not sure if a care to, but fuck it! who am i to you?