How am I supposed to feel?
Who am I supposed to love...

Today
Is just a day...

And yet the music plays again
With all the violence seeping in...

My entire world is ending
and I'm watching its skies fall...

(Distraught, erratic images originate
exchanging glances, they recriminate...

Things hurt
Then you cry...

It greets me with hello.
Death is no goodbye...

It rains down hard as she lets her black dress...
and she dances to no music without a care...

If only I could give you my mind in a bottle.
If only my heart in a paper bag...

Dear friend,
Hello you sitting over there...

Dear Michael,
I've tried many times before...

You planned to shelter me from cradle to grave
and I gratefully took the love you gave...