Dark Matter

A fresh set of cuts

and a lit cigarette

This is just about

as good as it gets

 

The pain in your voice

and the scars that you wear

Are constant reminders

that nobody cares

 

It's cold out tonight

but much colder inside

I had hope for tomorrow

but that hope quickly died

 

None of this is real.

None of this matters at all.

 

You were never here

No, you didn't see a thing

And you told me you loved me

but what does that mean?

 

Just remember that none of this is real.

No, you don't even matter at all.