i dwell on the times i've had
i can't seem to leave the past
i've lost who i am inside
my spirit has long since died

my eyes, the no longer see
my ears, they don't hear a sound
my lips, they have lost the taste
my hands, they no longer feel

broken and torn am i withered and worn though time
so where do i go from here? continue to breathe this fear?

my eyes, the no longer see
my ears, they don't hear a sound
my lips, they have lost the taste
my hands, they no longer feel

this isn't living. i'm only existing
i refuse to stay here and continue to live out this lie
so i shatter the hourglass, hoping my timne will pass
because i'll only be noticed when my name is written in stone.