Nothing but a name on a grave is what we all we benas death is only a step away, turning cold with yesterdaynBlister blue, with frozen knuckles still reaching out for an answernbut I tell myself I'm nothing (everyday) I'll never change a thingnIs this just growing up? I'm so confused. Lost without hope, no direction no excusenI'll never gain ground with one foot in my grave live for today, hope for tomorrow (they say)nSave myself from broken dreams, save myself from sleepless screamsnThis is reality, this is my legacy, my heart has already died, I'm nothing but a faceless name. A fucking faceless name