All Used Up

Little voice inside my skull
It brings up failure all day long
It won't stop

This weight upon my back still grows
With every passing day i know
I won't last..

I had a talk with god himself
He said that he would love to help
But he must have forgotten..

I feel endless guilt for being alive
I wonder how guilty you must feel after you tossed me aside
Or do you feel anything at all?

I guess you did whatcha hadta do
And if I wana keep on living ima hafta act that way too
Its just so loveless and painful...

So here i am, the doll you love to abuse
B-b-but sadly there ain't nothing left of me for you
Im all used up...