im standing in the middle of the highway
needing some direction since I've lost my way
the cars are screaming passed me
there are worse things than death, so I'm not afraid

its a lifetime of hunger
of begging for more of the same
im all out of fingers
and I'm the only one to blame

im sick of the waiting
just wanting the end of days
im lacking the patience
to continue the anguish and pain

its this emptiness
this brokenness and space
its the bullshit if been fed
and the smile on someone's face

whats love but a bed of nails
whats hope when bitterness prevails
what everything but nothing
and tomorrow is just the same