Alive, Feeling Like A Buck Seventy-Five

1999. I was somebody. Then she broke my heart. Can't forget. Don’t want to remember. Amanda came into my life like a goddamn freight train. Why’d we ever meet? Everything was fine. It’s years later. Still feel empty. I’m nobody. For months, you know what, almost a whole year I was somebody. But I’d give it all back to avoid this empty, bleeding feeling. Because nobody deserves that. Never.