Living Dead

This place
Just makes me feel dead inside
Some sense of shame
Steals my pride

Waiting and waiting
For a phone to ring
The heaven's to fall
Angels to sing

Something, anything
A sign I can read
A demon, a need
A want I can feed

You always were good
At twisting my brain
Pushing the button
That drives me insane

No life, no joy
Just waiting for more
Wasting away
Drifting from shore

The person I am
I swore not to be
Dependent on you
To validate me