Stone Sour

Come one and all and see the broken man, talking to himself
He sits and waits for something better, hell never find it here
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek; he cant even feel it
There it goes again, hes listening to someone
He hears the bitter laughter
And all he wants to know is
Why------ does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore)
Youve gotta try------ the inhale that makes the exhale so much better
He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean
He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts
Come one and all and see what happened that broken man is me
There it goes again, I can hear it louder