I don't know how to walk through life

without being barefoot

on glass...in the dark.



I don't have any feelings

without doubt

in pain...with stupidity.



I don't see the point

believing there's good

in you...for me.

I don't know how to walk through life

taking the easy route

comforted by the arms of another...

I'm used to sorting through the ruins

I'd rather walk

alone than believe in you...

for me.