If I could make a list
Of my mistakes and regrets
I'd put your name on top
And every line after it

Because every inch of hope
Becomes a world of shame
I've had to walk through
Each and every day

And if I screamed you were wrong
At the top of my lungs
It would never return
All the faith that I've lost

Because there is nothing left to say
That has not been said
If I shouted, you wouldn't listen
I doubt it'd even sink in

If you forget how to feel
Reach inside your chest
Is there a heart beating?
Is there just emptiness?

http://www.trailofdead.org/