Everything Hurts: painful breaths and shaking hands

This isn't really nothing

We come out and scream out our scripted souls.
Tangled in strings and confused as hell.
We don't know what to do from here,
so all we know is to scream and weep.
We're stuck in this corner, in this deep dark night.
It's late, it's dark, there's no one in sight
You're alone,
We're alone,
We don't know where to go