If I could make a list
  Of my mistakes and regrets
  I'd put your name on top
  And every line after it
    Because every inch of hope
  Becomes a world of shame
  I've had to walk through
  Each and every day
    And if I screamed "you were wrong"
  At the top of my lungs
  It would never return
  All the faith that I've lost
    Because there is nothing left to say
  That has not been said
  If I shouted, you wouldn't listen
  I doubt it'd even sink in
    If you forget how to feel
  Reach inside your chest
  Is there a heart beating?
  Is there just emptiness?
    [ Thanks Nate Bethea for correction ]