How could you let me come here alone?
Leave me to wander this world of stone?
It shatters my dreams and it chills my bones
(Breathe, just breathe)

I think it's time to recognize these demons in my head
They're killing me internally, I know they want me dead
Let's take the time to analyze and get this off my chest
By digging up the skeletons to finally confess
Wait, am I losing it?
There's an itch under my skin
Is this pain another sin?
Wait, am I losing it?
Will this rope around my neck make it easy to forget?
I got no more tears to cry
Under the surface there's
No more strength to fight
There's nothing inside of me
So nothing seems to ease my mind, no matter what I try
An endless vicious circle on a loop that won't rewind
I'm outta luck, out of time, is this just all in vain?
I've had enough, I'm giving up, I'm feeling so afraid
Wait, am I losing it?
With no hope, there's nothing left
And you're not afraid of death
Wait, am I losing it?
When you can't rely on faith
Cut this cycle of self-hate
I got no more tears to cry
Under the surface there's
No more strength to fight
There's nothing inside
I've got no more tears to cry
Under the surface there's
No more strength to fight
There's nothing inside
I'm cut into pieces, pushed over the edge
Feeling so worthless, god, when will this end?
Every minute a battle, an hour a war
Feeling so helpless, god, when will it end?
Nobody's listening, does nobody care?
I got no more tears to cry
Under the surface there's
No more strength to fight
There's nothing inside
I've got no more tears to cry
Under the surface there's
No more strength to fight
There's nothing inside
There's nothing inside

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.