I’m just the letter lost and better left unfound The vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground I am the messenger that never made a sound
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie No cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me
Content with defeat i tell myself that this is who i am That i planned to be this apathetic A pathetic lack of plans, i’ll resign with but a sigh Forget there ever was a reason why
I was trying to be something In a home that doesn’t want me It’s better being nothing When it’s all i’ve ever been
Right now i might as well be lost in reverie No cause for the consciousness you ever could call me I would rather die than live with what i’ll never become
