[00:23.52]We’re staring through the eyes of a bitter soul.[00:24.42]Constantly surrounded by this empty feeling.[00:30.18]Never thinking; this is content.[00:36.39]Jaded until the very end.[00:40.47]I stand alone in a world that casts me aside.[00:56.16]Left to believe that what I am falls short in the end.[01:03.93]Never good enough for those ideals that seem to mean the most.[01:10.53]How do I become what we've all strived to be?[01:18.57]Driven into madness. I see no end in sight,[01:33.06]And inadequacy seems like the only means to pass through this life.[01:53.37]And I sit and ask myself when will it end?[01:55.50]The art of contention is an uphill battle I'm not ready to fight.[02:08.76]How does it seem this easy to stand alone[02:12.39]In a crowded room plagued by cynicism?[02:29.04]I am comprised of all the things I never was[02:32.19]And all that I could never be.[02:32.76]Wondering how it must have slipped through my grasp.