When I said what was on my mind you made me feel ashamed I thought we had some thing to share and now it all has changed I'm living out my numbered days, and on some borrowed time Will you ever know, how "nothing" really feels Will you know How it feels These marks are meant for you to see With your name carved into my arm Pictured, waited all year for this To show you what I have become I can't control the way I feel No hope and dreams Your sight could end it all So look at me