Spoiler Alert

We’re coming back to the age of the hearsay
Where you manipulate you don’t reciprocate, but you can’t see, you can’t feel
anything
I’ve seen it all before
I’ve seen it
Say so, It’s not a funeral, I’ve been here hacking my time, I don’t feel that’s
enough
All those headlines, you read them all over again, and again but you still
don’t understand
You pass the name along, this ain’t no physical
I’ve seen it all before
I don’t feel alive, this emotional sabotage, when every time I find the answers,
you keep on hurting her and it affects me
I don’t feel it
What’s left when everyone is gone and all my hope is gone? At least,
it’s just nice to have faith
Just bring me back my heart, because I’m about to choke, but the joke is only
on us, I have seen enough of this mental suicide
I see myself scratching off my own skin trying to get the last bit of my soul
seek
Do I feel alive?