I reach out my hand
but there's nothing to grab
and I'm falling.
I reach out my hand
but there's nothing to grab
it's all gone.
Everybody's left
and I've got no one to talk to.
All the "honest ones" have lied
and now I don't know what IS true.
All these voices inside my head
Don't know which one is right
If I turn
will I end up with day or night?
In the dark
Only searching for the light.
I reach out my arms
But I can't feel the harm
till it's got me.
I reach out my hands
but all I feel is air
and it's slowly decreasing
soon
there
will
be
NOTHING
there.
I reach out my hand
but there's nothing to grab.
