It's hard to appreciate what I've been given
When it seems so simple to be ungrateful
What's the point of holding on to anything at all?
Lies I tell myself make me
Hollow
I'm empty like the words I say
I hate the chances
I'm too afraid to take
This torture's not appealing to me
When I want it to, I'll let it hang me towards you
It just seems pointless holding on to anyone
We're all forgotten, I'm still
Hollow
I'm empty like the words I say
I hate the chances
I'm too afraid to take
All the same mistakes
I seem to always make
Hateful
I'm not the grateful son
Hateful
I'm not the grateful son