My glass is always half empty and you're all always so full
Yeah well, I'm full of nothing and tired of everything
But at least you can all find something to whinge about, right?
Even with your perfect matches and warm winter cuddles.
Well I'll freeze to death before you'd take one look at me
And I sound so selfish now, don't I? Well take a look at yourself,
'Cause honey, you have no idea what that word means compared to you.
My head won't stop spinning and those words I put to bed just won't sleep,
So I read for hours just to keep it all off my mind, but lack of sleep will kill.
You get second and third chances and still forget not to take them for granted,
And with short sentences and long words I consume everything
Everything you, or her, or he, ever said to me just to feel full,
But the only satisfied feeling I get from it all is just one fact;
That someone out there is feeling just as empty as me.
