Coming undone, nothing's done, I watch the world pass as I waste away... I'd take it as it comes, but it's all gond... I've got nowhere to go and nothing to say, find yourself in brand new times, unfamiliar crooked lines. The rules have changed, nothing's the same. Same thing happens every time, everyone says you'll do fine, swallowing your pride while you're throwing up shame, everything you thought; none of it was true, you only thought about yourself, you walked in no one else's shoes. Now I've seen too much of life my friends, I won't ever be alone, too late for your confessions, too late to get it off your chest... you existence is pathetic you have nothing left.