When I said what was on my mind you made me feel ashamed
I thought we had some thing to share and now it all has changed
I'm living out my numbered days, and on some borrowed time
Will you ever know, how "nothing" really feels

Will you know
How it feels

These marks are meant for you to see
With your name carved into my arm

Pictured, waited all year for this
To show you what I have become

I can't control the way I feel
No hope and dreams

Your sight could end it all
So look at me