(whispering) It's days like this,
I can't help feeling as though,
somewhere along the way,
my heart gave up and gave in,
but my body still onward goes.
I'd give it up, I'd throw it all away,
but still I'd be here,
living out this neverending day,
watching everything, that never seems to change.
Laughter silently goes on,
shoulders shaking from the tears,
unable to stop as I'm realizing,
I'm becoming all the things I fear.
There is a sound so loud,
yet I can barely hear,
someone is screaming in such pain,
but I'm all alone this time around,
so why does it sound close by,
why does it seem so near?
This solitude is my salvation,
yet salvation isn't for the damned,
no matter where I go,
it doesn't matter what I do,
the pain finds me in the end,
something I am unable to command.
I only have myself to blame,
as I wearily stumble through these days,
everyone exactly the same.
While everthing slips further away,
everyday the pain is a better friend,
as I slowly start to slide,
feeling myself go insane,
wondering why this cruel joke,
never seems to end,
As I'm left with that sound,
that I can just faintly hear,
all alone, once again.
I'd help them if I could,
if only I understood,
where it comes from,
when I'm the only one that's here.