| Can't get these thoughts out of my head They haunt me at night when I go to bed Telling me that my life is nothing but a waste That I'm worthless, and am heading for a terrible fate The chill in the air matches my heart I know that in time I'll soon fall apart No one is here to save me from damnation No one is here to give me compensation For the lack of ever truly living And ever learning at how to be forgiving But someday I'll turn my back on those who have trapped me And forget those who've made my life unhappy Yes, they will know what I've been through And yes, they will know how the empty space grew |
| They'll Get Theirs |