There's something wrong Inside of me A stomach ache Of tragedy Can't tell if I'm cursed Or chronically ill There's so much inside of me I'm trying to kill I'm trying To kill Woe and misery have followed me Sorrow's periphery is choking me Hope, intrinsically is lost on me My insomnia waves And sleeping through the days Make me look like I'm fine... That's nothing but a lie Eating to fill my flesh And starving myself Have got me looking in good health But I still don't feel my best What I told myself was a pilgrimage Is nothing short of a severance You can tell from my pure grim image That I am only alive For reverence Woe and misery have followed me Sorrow's periphery is choking me Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain? Hope, intrinsically is lost on me Despite the uncompromising pain I'm still so scared of death The only difference between A rut and a grave is the depth Woe and misery have followed me Sorrow's periphery is choking me Will I ever leave behind the exquisite pain? Hope, intrinsically is lost on me