Believers say everything happens for a reason.

Believers say we're all a part of a bigger plan.

I've felt more in my life like everything was fleeting,

like I'm more than alone, and I'm less than a man.

Come and go they leave with ease, I've seen it all before, and with every empty day my pain has flourished.

Carved from stone I've chipped away there's nothing left of me,

I watch them all as they walk away left defeated.

I watch them all walk away.

Indifference, I know I've got nothing left.

Indignant, we're all alone i hang my head.

I used to search for something, a reason to be great.

I realize now I've wasted ink.

I've wasted ink, I've wasted ink on dead man's poetry.

Anxiousness and emptiness the tightness that's in my chest,

based on years and years of empty dreams and broken promises.