mon ame est mort
je suis rien...
Je suis rien...
The pages turn
but the story is still the same.
The faces change
but the lies remain all the same.
My purity is stripped
from this grim reality.
My body is whipped
I have no vitality.
I am cold,
colder than a stone
I am hollow
more hollow than bone.
I have nothing to give
I have nothing for which to live
They took my heart with such great force
and ran away with no remorse.
I am no longer human
there are no longer tears
hidden behind a curtain
of insecurities and fears.
Throw me away
Ball me up
cast me into the day
It's easiest that way.
