The Recluse

I walk around an empty house, looking for a way to bring you back
This is supposed to be moving on
And yes, I've taken some steps, but only towards the embittered
I will turn into a permanent recluse, because I can't stand the sight of any of you
Yes, this will continue, and I'll still miss you
And all the hurt in the world will begin to consume
Then elevate my hatred for everything around me
This world is cursed
Things can only get worse
Morals are unheard of and things can only get worse

Look outside and see the decline, a needle snapped in the arm of life
We can't beat this strife, we can't beat this strife
Mortality, it consumes me
Just the thought eats right fucking through me
How can we achieve when we know what is waiting?
Our time is almost over
I'm still searching for you, I'm still searching
I need guidance, I need to hear a familiar voice again