I’m at the bottom rung of the social ladder, Another useless body left to fill up the crowds. No aspirations, no dreams. A guilty coward bowed on his knees. Not a matter of opinion just a well known fact. A lifeless husk left to fill up the cracks. No coin for the starving man, No hope for their outstretched hand. Empty, always empty. It’s cold outside, I need this more than ever. An escape from reality, I need this more than ever. A place to go that’s all our homes. All equals, never alone. A brotherly bond formed by a song. He writes the words then we sing along. And I still feel empty, I still feel guilty. But they’re the feelings that I keep buried.
I can’t stand the sight of a mirror. Just reminds me of who I am. I can’t stand the sound of my errors. I’m a deadshit, a terrible man. So if you love me then let me know. I’m a useless cunt with nowhere to go.