All I have are meaningless words
Repeating as if you could have heard
Been cast aside too many times try
Fact is, the idea of love is absurd

As if I would end up with a happy ending
The cynic in me is the only one there
The hopeful, the idealist is dead
I'm so hollow, and too tired care

All the cut up little forever's
Torn up and trampled on the floor
I look at these faces with empty eyes
And don't want to see them anymore