Still sorry, all apologies shed from this body
Still nothing, please oh please just give me something
The forced burn of youth, like i'm destined to decay
There's nothing but discordance lingering inside my brain
It's tragic and bittersweet, in a sense, to defeat
The man made purpose, oh man i'm still fucking nothing
In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I scream you took him from me
You are the frayed thread I keep to confide
A constant reminder I survived patricide
Oh here I am again
Now here I am again
My wounds have been pulled from it's worth
Trust me I know how much it hurts
My wounds have been pulled from it's worth
Trust me I know how much it fucking hurts
In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I scream you took him from me
In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I say you're nothing to me
You're more then lvoing
You told me I'm nothing, fuck
In a sense
Still sorry, all apologies shed from this body
Still nothing, please oh please just give me something
Still sorry, still nothing
Still sorry, please oh please just give me something