One thing I'll take with me when I leave this life is the disregard for doubt With numbered days who needs that fucking clout One thing holds true it's all because of you Your jaded views of me reek of hypocrisy There's nothing left to mourn I don't miss your cold, your loathe, your scorn burn in hell the voice you burned in my head will forever be my curse I'll carry with me This is my sentence served Atonement for having given you the time of day My own personal hell as a keepsake I'd hurt to watch you hurt There's something wrong There's something missing I see it in your eyes Your void of feeling It's festered deep inside you I know you see it too It's staring right back at you There's nothing left to mourn I don't miss your cold, your loathe, your scorn Tattered and torn An animosity reborn (reborn) I can find peace in knowing that the only reason that the world turns is in attempt to shake you from its back There's something wrong There's something missing There's something wrong But nothings' giving Where did you find the strength to stand again And at what cost Have you sold your soul Forfeited the ability to feel for good Quench your thirst for change One lost, one gained Sorrow the same One lost, one gained Numb, but not undone Sane enough to care Sane enough to recognize the need to repair How can you sleep at night Overthinking despair The still silence in the air should reflect how little I care If the lesser of evils prevails And the guilt I once felt derails Take it back I want you dead and gone and out of my life You're a reminder of what not to be Nothing more, nothing less I couldn't possibly refrain myself without remembering the past Remain a ghost, remind me of this grand resolve A stepping stone turned cold Lessons learned bought and sold One lost one gained, sorrow all the the same Your criticisms of me have become so dull Unable to penetrate I question why you try at all Numb but not undone Potential for what's to come now that you're gone Sane enough to care Sane enough to know what's fair Sleep well old friend, I'm glad you're dead Your jaded views of me reek of hypocrisy Dig your grave There's nothing left to mourn I don't miss your cold, your loathe, your scorn Tattered and torn An animosity reborn You are the face of failure, a Judas and a traitor You once held my gaze but now know to look the other way I still feel the part of me that's missing The phantom limb and all if its self-serving A certain fear that's always present Never forgotten but not accepted Exist as a memory A reminder of what I'll never strive to be The sleeping death me dormant but never seen Enough depth to swallow my well-being whole Without control you've lost your hold Still and silent, stiff and cold The way I like you dead and in your hole And it's at wits' end that it starts again The cycle of endless calamity Unless you're dead My life, not yours Your death is my cure Grant me this There's nothing left to mourn I don't miss your cold, your loathe, your scorn Set fire to your prophecies There is no you, only me There is no you, only me The story nears its completion A dry wound without secretion Rid of you It's in these final moments I've found the strength to say That in spite of all of your bullshit there's one thing that I've gained Foresight to recognize intent to undermine And when not to sympathize I won't fucking sympathize Burn in hell