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How can I be introspective?
There's nothing there to see
Under the microscope
The lowest form of life on land or sea
Enjoy the spectacle
My self esteem has gone
I've plumbed the depths and come up empty
Tell me that I'm wrong
I bring nothing to the table
And take more than my share
This empty vessel makes no sound
So fill me with your noise
I yearn for company
Yet sit there silently
Absorbing everything around me
Giving nothing back
There are no marks on this blank slate
The words I write, you will dictate
Why should I struggle to create
When I can steal from you instead
Suck the lifeblood from your veins
He who gives shall never gain
But still the emptiness remains
Don't ask me for a story
I can't even make one up
They whisper Mr. Boring
I hear them well enough
Barbed tongues behind their teeth
Truth hurts but still I seethe
I've locked the door and turned the lights off
But I'm still at home
Like a roach trapped in the spotlight
I wish the earth would swallow me
Small talk and conversations kill
And I'm dying on my feet
If only I could change
Be recognised without the fame
A shadow longing for the darkness
Where it can't be seen
There are no marks on this blank slate
The words I write, you will dictate
Why should I struggle to create
When I can steal from you instead
Suck the lifeblood from your veins
He who gives shall never gain
But still the emptiness remains
There is no me in me
There are no marks on this blank slate
The words I write, you will dictate
Why should I struggle to create
When I can steal from you instead
Suck the lifeblood from your veins
He who gives shall never gain
But still the emptiness remains
There is no me in me
There's only you
