i've lost my footing
i'm hanging on by the brink
i'm stranded in a sea of hope
with not a drop to drink
so i stand alone when i think
because conformity can't be the solution
because some scars never heal
and now my dreams lay in silent ruins
there's blood on the horizon
and still not a word spoken
i've lost my footing
i'm hanging on by a very thin thread
now the shadow falls as the reaper calls
and the dark comes rolling in over head
somthing wicked this way comes
and still not a f**ing word spoken
strike me down
release my hand
just let me fall
i'll never understand
i'm not living up to their expectations
i'm not living up to their dreams of success
they say i'm not living up to a simple standard
they say i'm not living up to the sk** i possess
i think i was born without a soul (pray for me)
i think i was born without a voice (cry for me)
i think i was born without a pulse (love for me)
god, why was i born without a choice? (die for me)
and not a word, not a word is spoken
not a word is spoken - that's why i'm broken
not a word, not a word is spoken
and still not a f**ing word...
i'll never understand
i'll never understand you