Nothing to believe in when the pillars of your faith collapse and your trapped in the rubble, reaching out--finding that you have no one but the voices in your head.

It's a long fall that you will take.

Why'd you have to go and prove me wrong? Why'd you have to go and prove them right? I'm sorry that I'm not perfect. I'm sorry that I'm not everything you need, but you didn't have to shatter my faith to tell me that.

I'm empty now--if they should ask, if they should care.

I believe in pain. I believe in disillusion.
I don't believe in failure and I don't believe in you.