Sign of the Times

I am hopeless and lost
I am hopelessly faithless
I am tortured and troubled and torn

And there is no one who cares
To share the pain with me
Because no one understands this anymore

I am manic and mad
And I slam my fists into the side of my head
Because it is either that or break the bones inside my hands

And in my broken soul
I realize I’m deluded
And I realize that he’s never coming back

He could be dead
He is as good as gone
And I should have known all this from the start

I am tortured; I am troubled
And I will exit this world
With this broken glass embedded in my heart