my words mean nothing to you
it would be a waste of
breath to say
what i'm thinking now
how i felt then
what you did wrong
what i couldn't do right

you've got me out of my skin
i'm clinging to the edge
of sanity
and you sit nearby, watching
no feeling
no emotion
no concern for a tourmented soul

i wasn't used to the world
before it crashed to a hault
and you forgot me
the silence has become so
accustomed
i can't escape it all
without thinking of you

what you're thinking now
how you felt then
what i did wrong
what you couldn't do right
it would be a waste of
breath to say 
your words mean nothing to me