Dreams are meant for those who lie
To themselves and each day gone by
I've given up
On me, on us
Water all around me, all I found was rust
Hope is meant for the people who can't
Live on their own, sit, walk, or stand
In the corners, the shadows, the background, f**ing pa**ed out
And in the corners, we'll find a way
Pushed back in corners, nothing to say
My mind is shut, my brain is blank
Another number, in the shadows I'll remain
I'm an example of a person gone to waste
And maybe next time I'll have something good to say