by Danielle Hieronimi

Created on: July 18, 2008   Last Updated: September 09, 2008

I feel so superfluous. Unused. Unwanted.
In a world that is supposed to give me opportunity.
I am just dying. Dying... and dead.

When the moon comes out at night. We howl.
We've lost our hearts. We've polluted our minds.
Love was nothing more than a notch in the bedpost,
Or a word in the dictionary...

I have sinned. We have sinned.
It's much too late to ask for forgiveness.
Who out there is seeking help?
Please somebody, rescue me...

Life is too short to be negative all the time.
But with the way I've acted, it does not really matter.
For my death is very near.
I thank my comrades for indulging with me.
Though I fear it is our time to now go...

Sick minds! Sicker hearts! Oh when will we stop weeping?
To start a new kind of... religion? Tonight! Tonight...
I will change before my eyes and I will win. I WILL WIN!
My case and fight...

I have no more left in me. I am too weary to fight on.
Stop trying to save me now... it's simply too late...
Can anybody hear my cry?
Does anyone know how to help me?...
I've felt in all the songs, what the writer's have felt.

Perhaps it is my time to return these feelings in
a strange depressing anthem
about my sinning life...

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