I don't want to be a part of life any more Don't want to be a number on a list Don't want to be a worthless grain of sand Don't want to be a part of this Numbers on a list; what kind of life is this? If we're just numbers on a list I don't want to be a rat behind your back But I can't pretend to be intact Don't want to be a product of my past Because that won't last Don't want to be a part of that I try to not look back Face the front, act intact Am I a number on a list? Have I become a part of this? Forgive me I am walking despite the warning, I must not look like I have failed Forget me I am sinking despite me thinking if I gave more this ship could sail Forgive me Into the poison I threw the coin in as if it was a wishing well Forget me At the bottom it lay forgotten – a Worthless, broken, abstract holy grail Undefined, unfulfilled, seeking answers Face the front, seek no more, become a statistic Walking silently in a swarm of faceless people I don't need forgiven