There is nothing inside of my heart worth sharing.
Not much worth living for
There are many worth dying for
However most of them I couldn't save.
When you have influence it's hard to use it
For fear it will bring destruction
Or more pain in a society that is killing itself
All for power that is impossible to gain.
When your friends never live or last
And your family is in constant danger
It's hard to open your heart and trust
Because in the end it's not worth loving.
And sometimes it's not worth living at all.