Fingers clenching on the edge of the cliff of hope
With each giving day...
I find nothing in life
Everywhere I turn...
It was a Friday night, about 10 at night
I could have swore I saw something, I had a fright...
Black ink upon my paper
Forming into words...
Are we dreaming out life all away?
Is it life that we live each dark day...
Every time I leave here I find you following me
Every time I try to say goodbye you ask why...
You tell me you care about me
then you get angry and hurt me...
You made me cry
you made me sad...
Where's the guy I fell in love with, the one who...
The one I could run to with tears in my eyes...
The heart of a cold dark carer
He lies on his bed thinking of what he's done...
I sit here, alone in my room
Everything's so quiet and still...
I sense someone's fear
But I know there is no one here...