The Used

is it worth it can you even hear me
standing with your spotlight on me
not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now
In this sea of lonely
the taste of ink is getting old
it's four o'clock in the fucking morning
each day gets more and more like the last day
still I can see it coming
while i'm standing in the river drowning
this could be my chance to break out
this could be my chance to say goodbye
at last it's finally over
couldn't take this town much longer
being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
now I'm ready to be free