words

my words mean nothing to you it would be a waste of breath to say what i'm thinking now how i felt then what you did wrong what i couldn't do right you've got me out of my skin i'm clinging to the edge of sanity and you sit nearby, watching no feeling no emotion no concern for a tourmented soul i wasn't used to the world before it crashed to a hault and you forgot me the silence has become so accustomed i can't escape it all without thinking of you what you're thinking now how you felt then what i did wrong what you couldn't do right it would be a waste of breath to say your words mean nothing to me