Silent, Seething, Shamed. You play this strange game Where i am the victim But turns out, i am to blame (I hope) you got what you wanted Your moment of empty fame Does that feel good? To use me like a pawn I feel good To be on my own No one, Nothing Remains Not even this endless pain When you put me in that ugly frame, You had your moment Now things will never be the same I bet it feels good To use me like a pawn But i feel good To be on my own Days are passing by Won't you turn around and look me in the eye? Time's slipping by Won't we (ever) live to learn and learn to die? Years may go by Till we stop someday and wonder why