Usefully Useless
Sitting face to face with all the wreckage
with no perspectiveI just don't get itPulling limb from limb, feeling dissectedI'm on the fence of feeling calm and collectedAnother lie keeps running through my brainI Can ChangeI just can't figure out what's wrong with meI just don't want to be a wannabeSpending all my time self diagnosing
while decomposingUsefully uselessCircumstances are holding me hostageI wake up exhaustedAt this point I've lost itThere's nothing left to talk aboutI'd rather you just block it outLiving with the paranoia
cant destroy the voidI'm doing alright