I can feel your eyes on my face
I can sense the laughter in this place
I can see disgust in your eyes, as they stare straight back to mine
I feel the prick of your fingers pointing at my back: 揥orthless!?
I抣l speak up, just not with my voice
Time to talk back
Crush all that I am, because all I am is not all you are
And now all that抯 left of me is only what you抳e chosen to leave be
So leave me in my ruins: just a mound of flesh
So leave me in my ruins: my prison of flesh
But I抦 breaking free, and you抮e helping me
My hand holds the gun, your hate pulls the trigger
My life is over, it抯 about time I speak up
Worthless