It's the way you look at me
When nobody else is around...

When every tear falls down my cheek
A single sign of fear...

I tried to stand tall; I tried to be brave
No one heard me; no one knew what I craved...

How could you let her drift away
She wanted to survive...

You show me the way to your office
We sit down in our usual chairs...

I heard them say that I'm not coping
They say I'm very ill...

Hanging By A Thread
When I cry, I close my eyes...

Waking to the sound of machines
Bleeps echo through my head...

All those stormy nights
The arguments, the fights...

I'm scared of what my future holds
Yet haunted by my past...

Tomorrow morning I have to leave
Just for a little while...

Bring me your pills; let them spell out a cure
And I would rather be dead...