I'm starving for what my soul needs,
Consuming all I can, but it feeds
Me nothing to keep my spirits high.
They're just enough to keep me alive.

What I need is so hard to find,

As I lay here in this waking rot,
There is no calm, no absence of thought.
A whirlwind of questions plagues my mind,
The answers unending, no peace for to find.

I am so sad. Can you talk to me?
I am so sad. I can't tell you how so.

My heart aches and the tears fall,
And I want nothing more than to tell you it all.

Will I miss me when I’m gone?

The memories of people who’ve gone before.
The thoughts of those who’ll be left behind.

Will I be remembered when I’m gone?