WitherCounterpartsThe Difference Between Hell and Home I am more than familiar with feeling empty.The conduit; I allow myself to drain.My mind is the trench in which I will be buried.Watch me wither away.Put me out of my misery.I can only find solace in sleep, a sub-conscious sanctuary, I am longing to be set free.Yet I am the one who holds the key.I am the one who holds the key.A lifetime spent trying to place the blame on anyone or anything.This is not who I am.I am not who I used to be.Set me free!Set me free!Set me free!