I don’t love the life I live.
Heart is lost, no love to give.
Reality broke—nothing is real.
I have no nerves, so I can’t feel.
I have no one by my side.
Brain is lost. I have no guide.
I was blind, now I see.
Everything has a purpose...but me.
I bear no bruises or fears.
I shed no blood or tears.
I don’t know right from wrong.
I came to tell my story, so here is my song.