I had this voice ringing in my head telling me It would be better in the end. So I tore myself To a pile of shreds looking for a part that wasn't broke yet This empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. The past I hold around my neck is choking me to death Don't waste your time on me I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare I live cast aside in the crushing wake of a wrecking ball of a fate Haunted by the times when I'm wide awake in a nightmare I cannot shake. This empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left. The past I hold around my neck Is choking me to death