Already Died

I'd like to feel what you feel inside, a pride, a drive, a want to be alive. Your many emotions, I haven't got most ones, a bond with a close one that hasn't been broken. My mind used to dream and have ambition, now I hear mental screams in repetition, these sounds can't be drowned but I try not to listen. There's not a soul I can trust. What's love? What's lust? I've many bad memories that hang around and taunt, if I die tomorrow there's so many that I would haunt. Could I be you for just one day, would your shoes give me clues, or a view that I forget to use? Have you got friends, friends that are friends, not users that pretend, individu-fools that upset and offend, then claim they had hands out in extend. I'd like to feel something inside, a pride, a drive, a want to be alive, I'm hollow, I'm empty, I've already died.