What they said*. In whispered tones. Kept racing through my head. Empty room. Lit cigarettes. Turning white knuckles red. . You're coming home. You think you're clear.
Hold on to what you lost*. Awake to half of what you want and used to be. You think no one sees you. When you don't pretend. You turn your back again.
Can you breathe at all,. Do you feel my hand,. Can you hear me. Open up your eyes,. Hold your head up high. Can you feel me. . Now, don't fake or lie,.
You play the fool again*. And hide behind your friends. You say you walked away. But that's not on your face. You're waiting for the sign. To leave them all behind.
Soft lies on your empty face. A life in you has gone away. Sympathies go round and round. A hand full helps it all go down. . Day fades away. Can't stay awake.
you can't be well enough alone. you're twisting, going further from home,. we're spinning out of control. . no touch, no feel. you take you steal. you're slipping into patterns again.