dreams are meant for those who lie
to themselves and each day gone by
I've given up
on me, on us
water all around me, all I found was rust
hope is meant for the people who can't
live on their own, sit, walk, or stand
in the corners, the shadows, the background, f*cking
passed out
and in the corners, we'll find a way
pushed back in corners, nothing to say
my mind is shut, my brain is blank
another number, in the shadows I'll remain
I'm an example of a person gone to waste
and maybe next time I'll have something good to say