Empty

Well I looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me. You see, I've been to hell and back so many times, I must admit you kind of bore me." There's a lot of things that can kill a man, there's a lot of ways to die, listen, some already did that walked beside me. There's a lot of things I don't understand, why so many people lie. Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me. Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged.