I have this voice ringing in my head Telling me i'd be better off dead I tore myself to a pile of shreds Looking for a part that wasn't broke yet. This empty hole inside my chest is all that I have left The past hold around my neck it's choking me to death. Don't waste your time on me I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me, And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare. I live cast aside in the crushing wake Of a wrecking ball of fate. Haunted by the times when I'm wide awake In a nightmare I cannot shake This empty hole inside my chest Is all that I have left. The past I hold around my neck Is choking me to death. Don't waste your time on me I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me, And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare. Don't waste your time on me I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me, And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare. I am beyond repair. I am sick but it feels fine to me, And if you really care, leave me alone in my own nightmare.