Can't Sell, What You Don't Have

I'm empty and without feeling,
my mind is so numb.
And the things that I get into,
always turn out dumb.

The ones that I fall in love with,
never turn out right.
And the ones that fall in love with me,
never brighten up my night.

I'm stuck within a void,
where I never know what to do,
where I never know what I want,
and the feelings are never true.

I'm just a b****, you use and ditch,
or in other words a w h o r e.
Everyday seems to bring me down,
every word seems to hurt even more.

There's probably things I shouldn't have done,
and other battles I should've one.
But whats the point to try again,
when in the end, I'll never win.

So I'll lose myself in the music,
fall away into a hole,
sell myself to the devil,
but find, that I've never had a soul.