Gone - Half Past Forever

Is this it?
Is this the place we all wanna be?
Or are we blind in our confusion,
Battered by contusions that make us bleed?
Make us bleed?

I'm gone
I'm gone

There's nothing left for us to hold onto
There's nothing left to breathe the breath of life into
There's nothing left but hopes and dreams that shoot you through
There's nothing left, there's nothing left
I'm gone.

So, here we are:
Are we beyond what decent people do?
Are we broken in our shadows?
Or can we really know what's beyond you?