someday my time will come and i just can't wait
seems i'll never understand when it's love or hate
just cut me out of the picture, and let me go
just let the ropes fall away, i'm all alone
nothing seems to make a difference either way
because one day i'm living but i'm dead today
strolling through this dead december,
trees all empty just like me
all along just trying to figure out where it went
and just how much worse it can turn out to be
it can't be any better than this anyway
so numb and unable to see straight, not like i would want to
there's really nothing to be seen , i'm the only spectacle here yet no-one notices me