How could I ever think this nightmare will someday end inside my head? Nothing seems to have changed because change means nothing What should I feel after all these years of loss? I find my memory in ruins I'll collect it, make it look like I can dream I exist in lifeless hopes and endless reminders That I am alone and still completely helpless Why? I can't end, I can't end this life I can't keep, I can't keep in mind That I can't, I just can't be loved It took me years to realize I'd like to end myself and never fucking feel a thing close to me Desperate attempts seeking of sympathy Empathy that I will never feel There's no more life left in me I can't feel it