There's nothing left, I used to cry.
My inpiration has run dry, that's what's going on.
Nothing's fine I'm torn,
I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel.
I'm cold and I'm ashamed, lyring broken on the floor.
Illusion never changed into something real.
I'm wide awake and I can see the perfct sky is torn.
You're a little late, I'm already torn.
