Everytime you feel discarded It leaves damaged, thwarted, distorted Feels like you don't belong at all Yet you act all nice and friendly Inside you're dead and empty No will, no strength, no skills, no gall It pains you being all alone No King to sit upon your throne Slowly descending maddening bliss No more do opinions matter Like ashes, they float and scatter No deeper is your abyss Your laughs will penetrate their souls Like pawns, they will play their roles