Just skin, and bones, some hair, That's all that's left of me 'Cause life's eaten me away. So that I'm a hollow shell, And not much of one at that. Starting from scratch, But how'd you build a person up when they're so down. And I'm soooo down.
But there is hope, Or at least I'm told By the people in the white coats. But they don't seem to understand that's only true if I give a damn Which I'm not sure I do.
I know I'm ready to go. I should try not to die For my family if not for me. But I'm tired, so tired, I'm ready to leave.