King of The Ring '98

Appalled by all the faces that
 Have shown themselves through places that
 I have been forced to learn to love
 Then torn from and soon carried off
 Aside from the few things I said
 To friends who never gave a shit
 I let my head defeat my chest
 It didn't die, it just went blind and deaf
 (I know) I've been locked up in my room for far too
 (Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
 (Walls and I) can't even try, to tell myself that I was right
 (I'm sick of me) and everything
 Self medicate until it goes away
 So I think back to being in
 A place that men have wrecked with sin
 Something my parents lied about
 And nurtured women die without
 And that's partially my fault for not speaking up
 I'm sick from doubting my guts
 So now I'm puking them up
 (I know) I've been locked up in my room for far too
 (Long) Staring holes through all the posters on the
 (Walls and I) can't even try, to tell myself that I was right
 (I'm sick of me) and everything
 Self medicate until it goes away
 Oh yeah.
 Alright.
 No.
 Black holes in my chest where my heart used to be
 They reflect nothing cause nothing is loving towards me
 There's also no one, who's always there to sing me to sleep
 So with my judgement impaired, I just sit and I stare
 And think how all could be better if I just rid the Earth
 Of my useless existence, my meaningless birth
 And so I reach for some pills as the sun hits my bed
 But mid-reach I get lazy and wind up falling asleep instead
 I don't want to die.
 I need to die.
 Anymore.