"Pain-killers" is a misnomer;
They do no killing...

I don't know where I'm going
I don't know who I'll be...

I look up
Can't see the sky...

There's something here inside of me
I'm scared to let it out...

Little paper napkin
i wrote back, I'm in...

I go dancing at night
The moon's my spotlight...

We're all on treadmills
Seperated...

Hair as long as she likes
Smile so wide and bright...

I need an angel
And I don't mean a guy...

Not good enough for any of them
But good enough for me...

So sad
So weak...

So many masks
Keeping me afloat...