Solitude; cut off from the world
Maybe I'm better off alone
Than harboring ill thoughts to all the ones I know
I carry not a thing that make my feelings show
I may not understand how I've come to be this way
I'd rather never know; just let myself decay
Into this shell of skin I've made through smoke and dark
It's weathered by the years, the memories fall apart
I may not understand how I've come to be this way
I'd rather never know; just let myself decay