You love people less than they deserve,
You hate people before they've even earned it,
You tie yourself in knots over nothing,
And nothing makes sense even after you've learned it.
So you die inside and hide your meaning,
Where you are always and will forever be returning-
To shame.
You live your life always in the dark,
Always looking for someone to rip out your heart,
Searching for a way to get everything,
But everything can't hold your broken pieces apart.
No everything isn't nothing as it may seem,
You have to live knowing you'll always be returning-
To shame.
