Wasted - Letters To Cleo

The saddest sound I've ever heard; the saddest sound I've ever heard. The quiet
that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice. You're right 
reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much. And I want to be alone with what I
am - wasted. The cruelest voice comes back to me. The cruelest thing, you think you 
didn't know me. It's alright, I am on the outside now - smiling, but eyes don't lie. You're 
right, reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much. And I want to be alone with 
what I am - wasted. I'll just come apart or something. No one could be more empty 
than I am and I would take it all back if I could, but I can't.