Sometimes I feel like an empty shell
Of broken blades and burning books
Sometimes I feel like I'm damned to hell
and caught on all life's fishing hooks

The snow falls all around and I feel warm
I've always been that far apart
I'm just a statue in a deadly storm
Not even the dead can move my heart

But I guess that's just how I am
And I just don't understand

Sometimes I feel as if I'm a dime
Small and insignificant
And now it seems that I am out of time
and all I want to do, I can't

My mind is made of gears like a machine
Metal stone-cold to the touch
Because of that, I'm running out of steam
Maybe I just think too much

But I guess that's just how I am
And I'll never understand
what's happening to me