Caught in between the light and darkness
Why was I given half a life to live in?
I never asked to be created
Yet, here I stand suddenly obligated
All I really long for is my own purpose
Counting the days, clinging to something
You told me hearts aren’t meant for those worth nothing
So, if I’m gone, no one would miss me
But still you stand there acting like you can care
Everything I thought that I knew fades from mind
Forgotten days, a fading memory
A distant fragment of nobody important
Here, in the end, standing before him
It seems whatever life I had is over
Still, I pray the day comes where we’ll meet once more