There's not a day that goes by,
Where you stop to think,
Of what you're becoming.


Look to the sky and remember
All the things that you use to be

All the things that you do, will come back to haunt you
Til the end of your days
Days melt together

Unable, to comprehend
What's in the present or past,
The only image, in the mirror

Is one of worthlessness.

And in the end

The thing that matters
Is unseeable to you
I only hope that one day

He will spare you.

You're $#&@ing nothing.


Look to the sky and remember all the things that you used to be.