I have no feelings, like I had before They don’t exist, not anymore. They’ve been killed, kind of… washed away, Without my feelings, life is gray. I wish my life was over, at its end For myself, I can not fend. I’m basically dead it seems to me, Put me out of my misery. I’m wounded and I’m bleeding out, I sit on the ground, and quietly pout. I’m losing blood at an alarming rate, I think I might die, this is great. I’m forever without a loving mate, To die alone, it is my fate…