In a Sense

Still sorry, all apologies shed from this body
Still nothing, please oh please just give me something

The forced burn of youth, like i'm destined to decay
There's nothing but discordance lingering inside my brain
It's tragic and bittersweet, in a sense, to defeat
The man made purpose, oh man i'm still fucking nothing

In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I scream you took him from me
You are the frayed thread I keep to confide
A constant reminder I survived patricide

Oh here I am again
Now here I am again

My wounds have been pulled from it's worth
Trust me I know how much it hurts
My wounds have been pulled from it's worth
Trust me I know how much it fucking hurts

In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I scream you took him from me
In a sense I say you're nothing to me
In a sense I say you're nothing to me

You're more than loving
You told me I'm nothing, fuck

In a sense

Still sorry, all apologies shed from this body
Still nothing, please oh please just give me something
Still sorry, still nothing
Still sorry, please oh please just give me something