They say I’m dead inside.
They say my heart is cold as ice.
I don’t feel happy, I don’t feel sad.
So I feel, maybe, they are right.
I don’t remember the last time I cried,
Or the last time I had a fight.
I no more care when someone leaves.
So, maybe, I’m dead inside.
I may have forgotten what is fright.
But they should try staying alone at night
With all the demon’s staring right at them
And they’ll know why I’m dead inside.
I was doing just fine at the height.
I could still talk and smile alright.
But then they pushed me off the edge.
And now they say I’m dead inside.