When I feel like talking
No one will listen
When I feel like crying
No one will be there
When I feel like walking
I will walk alone
When I feel like dying
Is everyday of my life.
I'm a good actor
Sometimes I can fool myself into believing I'm happy
And as I wipe the words away from my mouth
And throw the burning rag to the floor
Holding the air tightly in my hands
I can sense a battle coming
As the dark black cloud surrounds me again
And the screaming hordes eat into my brain.
How can the sky be the limit
I can't even get my feet off the ground
As the howling wind walks slowly through my soul
And my life shouts endless blood-curling sounds
Why does my life fastly spin
And flash past my eyes in a daze
Why is it my life always gives in
As I sink into a terminal melaize.
If I feel like talking
No one will know
If I feel like crying
No one will care
If I feel like walking
No one will walk with me
And if I feel like dying
I can smile slightly as I know one day I will.
