• Im so cold here, and i have no one to hold for warmth. No one to hold for comfort. I feel alone, more empty then stone. I feel dead as I lay in my bed. Small voices in my head tell lies, and my heart dies. I hate feeling like this,im so tired of trying to fight this and my soul is bound to tight. Theres no were left to turn, I guess ill just sit here and burn. Im starting to feel less and less pain to a point were im feeling nothing. Ive wasted to much time and i cant paste my soul back together. But the world cant bring me down cause im already on my knees. Do you hear me people you cant kill me, Im already dead.