Full of Emptiness Staind

I keep my lungs full of smoke, and my head full of regret
My heart full of broke, and my bed full of sex
My good full of bad, and my life full of mess
Because I'm so full of emptiness

Why do I feel like I just can't feel like myself?
Am I in hell?

It's a world full of hate, with the truth full of lies
People full of rage, with cities full of crime
I'm just trying to survive, and be a little less
So damn full of emptiness

Why do I feel like I just can't feel like myself?
Am I in hell?
So now how do I get back to being more than just a shell of someone else?

Can't fill it
Can't face it
Can't kill it

Why do I feel like I just can't feel like myself?
Am I in hell?
How do I get back to being more than just a shell of someone else?