I USE TO THINK I MATTERED
I USE TO THINK I INSPIRED
NOW MY SOUL IS SHATTERED
WALLOWED IN THE MIRE
I USE TO THINK I HAD MIGHT
I USE TO THINK I HAD LOVE
NOW ALL I FEEL IS SPITE
OF HAVIN NONE OF THE ABOVE
LIKE A PHOENIX AROSE FROM THE GRAVE
I CONQUERED MY OWN PLIGHT
NOW I FEEL LIKE A SLAVE
A SPIRIT THAT HAS NO RIGHT
BROKEN DOWN AND BATTERED
A SHELL WITH OUT A LIGHT
MY WHOLE BEING TATTERED
WILL I EVER WIN THE FIGHT
CONSUMED BY GRIEF
CONTROLLED BY FEAR
ALONE AND EMPTY
FILLED WITH DESPAIR
I USE TO THINK I HAD HOPE
I USE TO THINK I HAD GIFTS
NOW MY SOUL IS SHATTERED
AND I WATCH MY SPIRIT DRIFT
I USE TO THINK I HAD JOY
I USE TO THINK I HAD LOVE
NOW ALL I HAD IS DESTROYED
HAUNTED BY THE ECHOS FROM ABOVE
