I am an anti-depressent
an anti-drug...

I hate to play the jealous one,
with her pretty pistole on her head...

She's screaming out goodnight,
not planning on waking up...

A thousand broken wings
and a half a dozen burned out candles...

You sit here
and tell me about numbness...

He's broken
He's BROKEN...

Do you ever wonder
how many people around you are hiding...

You told me shoot you
and it is something...

In this world
there is a light...

You tell me it's so natural,
so natural to rebel...

My story is moving way too fast
my life is flying past...

"What if"s echo through silent corridors
that spiderweb through a broken mind...