King of the Ring '98

Appalled by all the faces that
Have shown themselves through places that
I have been forced to learn to love
Then torn from and soon carried off
Aside from the few things I said
To friends who never gave a shit
I let my head defeat my chest
It didn't die, it just went blind and deaf

(I know) I've been locked up in my room for far too
(Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
(Walls and I) can't even try, to tell myself that I was right
(I'm sick of me) and everything
Self medicate until it goes away

So I think back to being in
A place that men have wrecked with sin
Something my parents lied about
And nurtured women die without
And that's partially my fault for not speaking up
I'm sick from doubting my guts
So now I'm puking them up

(I know) I've been locked up in my room for far too
(Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
(Walls and I) can't even try, to tell myself that I was right
(I'm sick of me) and everything
Self medicate until it goes away

Oh yeah.
Alright.
No.

Black holes in my chest where my heart used to be
They reflect nothing cause nothing is loving towards me
There's also no one, who's always there to sing me to sleep
So with my judgement impaired, I just sit and I stare
And think how all could be better if I just rid the Earth
Of my useless existence, my meaningless birth
And so I reach for some pills as the sun hits my bed
But mid-reach I get lazy and wind up falling asleep instead

I don't want to die.
I need to die.
Anymore.