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There is no reason to wake up

No reason to even try

Nothing to look forward to anymore, anyway



I thought I could function without all of this

But now I’m lower than before

I thought I could pretend you’re not here

Yet inside you remain everywhere



Give me a reason

A direction

Or something that resembles life

Give me a sign

Shine your light

So I’m not bound to this knife



I know you don’t see me, the way I see you

Or even stop to think about me, when all I think of is you

I’m buried beneath everything, I don’t deserve a way out

You’re all so far above me, but you’ll never reach out



I might as well be dead to you,

because that’s all I am to myself

I might as well just close my eyes,

because nothing is worth seeing anymore

You don’t have the time,

and you’re not willing to find it

While I have so much,

and nothing to do with it



How could I take it all for granted,

without knowing I’d never see you again?

How could I have known,

that you’d never even think of seeing me again?



Someone, something, is all I need

Somehow, somewhere, where it will never bleed

I am pain, so cold and distant,

though it shouldn’t be this way

I am death, already decaying, with no one at my grave



Can’t sympathize with anything,

because I never had it to begin with



Don’t know how this became of me,

it’s all because of what you’ve made of me

Hammered into the ground and trained to deal with it,

to keep it all inside



But all I’ve kept hidden has transformed me

All you gave to me made me into what I don’t want to be

I can’t function like this anymore



I need a reason to wake up

I need people that actually care

I need to know who I really am

I need to bury it all behind

Just need to set it all aside

To become what I could never be

Just to perceive what I could never see

I need you to want to see me

I can’t stay hidden like this anymore



I need someone who cares what I think

Someone who will be there

Right now, there’s nobody there

You’re all consumed with everything

While I consume myself with nothing

So I remain as nothing



You’ll never find the time for me

I know I’ll never see you, who you really are

I know I’ll never speak to you

And you’ll never do the same to me



Nothing is definite

And nothing ever falls into place

All doors closed in front of my face

Pieces fall that will never be together again

Never be anything again

Never again



If you could take the time to find me,

I wouldn’t be so alone

So isolated from everything

So buried beneath it all



If you could only know what this is doing to me,

then maybe you’d find your way back

If you ever really knew

If you ever really cared



Means to a beginning is only a means to an end.