You can't know how much it hurts to breathe knowing it still comes around to make me do it again.

I roll the dice because I have nothing else rolling for me.

I just wander like a fool, no conception, no reflection, no roof on my head.

Hopelessly addicted to the drain my brain once fed.

I moved around and found out before I could realize what my real eyes were telling me.

How much more can this mean to me?

I'm lost in a sea of dreams.

Nothing is remarkable, nothing is renewable.

I'm only refutable with nothing prove, wanna see? Step in my shoes.