Where are all the good things I was promised?
Where's the payoff the end of my emptiness?
Was it just a siren's song all this time?
Was the top just the bottom of a pit of empty dreams?
I was always told to be a part of this world to do the things it said,
but I just stand here now with these doubts swirling in my head.
I think that life may not really be living and I think that death may not really be dying,
When what we're dying to is ourselves, the selfishness within our hearts.