I'm just the letter lost and better left unfound The vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground I am the messenger that never made a sound Right now I might as well be lost in reverie No cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me Content with defeat, I tell myself that this is who I am That I planned to be this apathetic A pathetic lack of plans, I'll resign with but a sigh Forget there ever was a reason why I was trying to be something in a home that doesn't want me It's better being nothing when it's all I've ever been Right now I might as well be lost in reverie No cause for the consciousness you ever could call me Could call me I would rather die than live with what I'll never become