Texty: Common Dead. Chronic Solitude.

Nothing. No one. No love. Ever. / I tried to communicate / Try to affiliate / No love equals hate / Even amongst rejects, I'm a fucking reject / Grab on to desires / I am an anomaly / Crippling anxiety / Innocently watching all you take for granted / Changes never mattered / Cursed from the start with nothing / No one / No love / Ever / Fuck you! / Chronic, this solitude is chronic! / I torture myself every day and night / Over what I can't have / No love / No one / Ever

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)