I wanna run away. Can I disintegrate?. Where's my freedom?. There's no freedom. A complicated grief. I need to find relief. Where's my feeling?. There's no feeling.
Standing on the edge of the Hoover Dam. I'm on the centerline. Right between two states of mind. And if the wind from the traffic should blow me away.
Hate paper doll. You never get cut, but you're looking at me. Hate paper doll. You never get back what you never could see. . Paid for it all. Cut from a sack that you got on TV.
Years of our lives. The time we invested. Washed away in a cold sweat dream. Came home at night. All of our light was gone. The missing pieces never fit all along.
As suspicion grows. I can't turn my back. I can't live like that anymore. . So you branch it out. Trying something new. What am I to do?. I'll figure out.