I sit vacantly alone in the dark in my chair
I hope that you are the one who finds me there
To see what has become of the pain that you gave
That built the path that led to my grave
Think about how many times that you made me cry
All of the times that you wished that I would die
Before you there was Sun and happiness all around
After you darkness and loneliness is my only sound
Striations of pain running ghostly through my brain
No thoughts of you will be buried with my remains
I expect no tears to fall or any flowers to be brought
As I pay for the destruction that you have wrought
By sitting vacantly alone in the dark in my chair
I hope that you are the one who finds me there
To see what has become of the pain that you gave
That built the path that led to my grave