Young man full of doubt, growing in pain, defaced by the hands of fate, enraged by the world I see, I heard there is something out there, you do not know what kind of hell I have been though. Living in a dead-end-dream in my mind so many screams I hear them, constantly, drowning out my reality. No one is there for me and you do not know me. Nothing is what I have got. You could care less if I am rotting remains to be seen.