All that I can see is cold darkness ahead
As though it is like I am dead
My cries, I can hear them echo down the hall
Only to return my horrifying call
No one cares, no one at all
No one misses who I was or who I am now
Is it true that they don't wonder how?
Why don't they wonder where I went?
Don't they seek to know why my life is spent?
I suppose they will never know
Why my eyes will never again glow
So here I lie in my new home of silence
Wondering how it all seems to make sense
I only wanted to feel that I had purpose
But it's too late for now I am no more than an echo
As though it is like I am dead
My cries, I can hear them echo down the hall
Only to return my horrifying call
No one cares, no one at all
No one misses who I was or who I am now
Is it true that they don't wonder how?
Why don't they wonder where I went?
Don't they seek to know why my life is spent?
I suppose they will never know
Why my eyes will never again glow
So here I lie in my new home of silence
Wondering how it all seems to make sense
I only wanted to feel that I had purpose
But it's too late for now I am no more than an echo
But I'm not close to perfect. I'm not close to sane. I'm not the one to worship. And I'm not the one to blame.