Like the hungry ghost of a past tragedy,
you're still haunting me. Dredging up resentment and guilt,
and still flaunting all these petty little victories you perceive;

still left wanting to possess what will never be yours,
but I'm gone, and you're left behind in your childlike pride with your blood-stained hands and a lie-stained mind.
Clinging doggedly to an image that long ago died.

It's a waste of time to revisit now; to !@#^yze.
If nothing changes, nothing changes, so I guess this is good-bye.


chorus:

But I don't hate you;

I feel sorry for you.
Though I don't see how it could have been any other way.


chorus:

I don't hate you;

I feel sorry for you. No, I won't look back, There's Nothing left, Nothing left.
I hear what you say when my back is turned, but I don't listen.
I should thank you for the confidence boost since you're insisting on elevating your stature by perpetually persisting

in a hollow, gossip-besotted pit, merely existing.
For the right and the wrong and the hurt are gone,
like the ponderous hook of a drawn-out song.

Feeble minds emulate those that appear to be strong.
The sun has set on those days;
it's time now for a new dawn.

I realize now that I never really belonged.

chorus:


But I don't hate you;
I feel sorry for you.

Though I don't see how it could have been any other way.
I don't hate you;
I feel sorry for you.

No, I won't look back, there's nothing left.
Let me speak volumes in my silence.
Learn tranquility through violence; indifferent to your narcissistic misery, that,

like a toxic spill, will poison all that lives around you.
Let me lose you far faster than I found you.
But I don't hate you; I feel sorry for you.

Though I don't see how it could have been any other way. I don't hate you;
I feel sorry for you.
No, I won't look back, There's Nothing left,

Nothing left to say.