The hand of reality has slapped
Within these walls i am trapped
Looking around 2 find no one there
Dialing a number 2 find no voice 2 care
My mind is sore
My heart is tore
Alone i stand, not a soul 2 lend a hand
Nothing 2 put me at ease
Allowing the emptiness 2 take over as a disease
My mind is sore
My heart is tore
Find i must leave, pieces of life i cannot retrieve
No chance of getting out from underneath
Let them bury me beneath
My mind is sore
My heart is tore
Time 2 close the final door