Testo 12:34

Did you even see me?
My face doesn't burn half as bright as you used to think.
My soul’s been ripping at the seams.
Because of how empty I've been lately
It's the feeling, of being cheating, pushed to the side.
Stranded with no hope in anything, like it's written in my name.

I just can't stand the fact that you won't even talk to me. I'd open my eyes but when I look there's no one around, everyone keeps leaving.
I can't help but watch burn down.
and I'm stuck with a pile of ashes.
Only in my dreams do you listen and when I wake it's all in my head.
It's just, for ages I've been here.
And I've felt so stuck for the past two years.
(Will it change?)
Like every color that was ever made, I'm beginning to fade and lose track of the days.