im just the letter lost and better left unfound the vessel of redemption cut loose and run aground i am the messenger that never made a sound right now i might as well be lost in reverie no cause left for the consciousness you ever could call me content with defeat i tell myself that this is who i am that i planned to be this apathetic a pathetic lack of plans ill resign with but a sigh forget there ever was a reason why i was trying to be something in a home that doesnt want me its better being nothing when its all ive ever been right now i might as well be lost in reverie no cause for the consciousness you ever could call me i would rather die than live with what ill never become