I can't see the beauty of things anymore Does it scare you that all I notice now are flaws? Cause in a mind where a glass is never half full, I'm pretty sure I'm playing the role of fool In an instance where what you give is not what you get. I hate to say that these instances Are somehow just so hard to forget though Let's keep the pace slow Expectations are best if kept low But maybe if I tried again or fixate my attention on something That would double as a good distraction, Then I could sway my mind and sway my thoughts From the very images that constantly taunt me But until then, you are nothing more than a mental hindrance You are nothing more. You are nothing I want others to know that this is not a song about sadness But about how I am so sick of human nature Some things are better left unsaid Truth is, I don't want to know Free will is the devil's gift, is it rude if I refuse? Free will is the devil's gift – an offer that I can't refuse It's not the distance that keeps us apart But the lack of trust and affection