There's no one left to fight
I'm stranded in this island called a mess
Trying to figure out if the pain will ever fade 
Like this feeling of emptiness I feel, a lighter shade
Of being jaded, exchanged for another like a trade

And as I look back at what could've changed
I realized that time cannot erase
The thoughts of us embraced
And I try to hold on a little longer
Reach out my hand to you
But deep down I know nothing will be reciprocated
How could it, when I'm deprecated
Decimated to a point of no existence

Cut off from all feelings and pain
The knife has cut through me, easily
Like cutting pieces of bread
Once you cut off a part of it
It will never be the same
Just a piece of nothing that was something

But there is something good, I must say
Of being cut to pieces
Like this conversation I'm having with myself
That those pieces can be put together
To create something new
Something that once was
Has now become something that is