I'm happy, I'm sad I'm nowhere near glad You ask me how I've been All the while my patience wears thin I can't even tell you what I go through The scars, the pain, the shame It's just too much for a soul to hold Just like those bloody prophecy told There is no "I" in me For I've only been bestowed with "we" Split and silence is what dances Inside this twisted mind with no chances I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I yell into the void To be heard by none