Texty: And Then I Turned Seven. Distant And Faded.

All these distant faded memories of everything I used to be are bringing me down, yeah-they're bringing me down,
And the leading cause of death I plead, is from my insecurity and it's bringing me down, yeah-it's bringing me down.
Down...
Yeah, hope is all I really need to wash my selfishness and greed,
but theres no hope to be found, no i've looked all around
And if this life that I've lead, only leads to tears in bed then I wont hang around, no I wont hang around.
And now I've come to conclusions that I'm empty, and I thought, I still had everything in me...