Empty, but I've already leftNothing to return for and little to be keptWilling, unavailable at bestClouded with delusions and weary without restThis will breakI just can'tSo I will burn the other endOnward, forced through what is nextAnd only for the benefit of somebody elseStubborn, I refuse to ask for helpThe only expense is just the debt to myselfThis will breakI just can'tSo I will burn the other endGuilty, resenting what I've doneTraded everything I love for what I have becomeIt's wasted, no wonder I'm afraidAlways struggling to justify the sacrifice I've madeThis will breakI just can'tSo I will burn the other end
