These tears I've cried a thousand
I'm slowly losing ground

Oh, what have I done?
Oh, a setting sun
Oh, what have I done?
Oh, a setting sun

In silence Cold December
Just barely treading water
If to live is to suffer,
I have lived a thousand lives

Over and over, had my happiness denied
Lifeless and soulless and
Loveless and hopeless
A pathetic mess in a heap on the floor
I am the catalyst,
Destroyer of my own world