with the knives cutting away
 at my heart and soul.
 My feet are worm
 and my arms are numb
 How long will this go on,
 how much more will I endure

         Chorus
 Glancing back I see
 what a waste I?ve been,
 flushed my youth down the drain.
 A misled boy in a
 scary world,
 clinging on to dreams
 of a far away place
 where I am not trash

 Then at night
 I get lost
 in my thoughts
 I think of her and
 I think of me
 and wish we could have been
 a "thing"
 my mirrow shows a ghost,
 a faint memory of who
 I used to be.
 Sorry to bore you
 I?ll be quit
 now