Im lost in my own ways, left with a empty head.
I havent seen you in days, and dont care if your dead.
You like to torture, and twist my heart around.
I wont take no more, and throw back what i found.
So keep walking, and dont show you ever cared.
And ill keep talking, of how your really scared.
I hate you, from the good you mad me feel.
One day you'll feel it too, from a cold heart you'll steal.