do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?
do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
its like living on a cliffside not knowing when you'll dive
do you know
do you know
what its like to die alive?
when the world that once had color fades to white and grey and black.
when tomorrow terrifies you
but youll die if you look back
you dont know
i know you dont know
you say that youre hurting, it sure doesnt show
you dont know
i lays me so low
when you say let go
and i say you dont know
the sensation when your screaming
but you neer make a sound
or the feeling that youre falling but you never hit the ground
i just keeps on rushing at you
day by day by day by day
you dont know
you dont know
what its like to live that way
like a refugee, a fugitive, forevor on the run
if it gets me it will kill me
but i dont know what ive done