I'm more than familiar with feeling empty.
The conduit, I allow myself to drain.
My mind is the trench in which I will be buried.
Watch me wither away.Put me out of my misery.
I can only find solace in sleep;
A sub-conscious sanctuary.
And I am longing to be set free,
Yet I am the one who holds the key.
I am the one who holds the key.A lifetime spent trying to place the blame
On anyone or anything.
This is not who I am.
I am not who I used to be.
Set me free.
(This is not who I am.
I am not who I used to be.
Set me free.)
