I'm just the letter lost and better left unfound
The vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground
I am the messenger that never made a sound
Right now I might as well be lost in reverie
No cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me
Content with defeat, I tell myself that this is who I am
That I planned to be this apathetic
A pathetic lack of plans, I'll resign with but a sigh
Forget there ever was a reason why
I was trying to be something in a home that doesn't want me
It's better being nothing when it's all I've ever been
Right now I might as well be lost in reverie
No cause for the consciousness you ever could call me
I would rather die than live with what I'll never become