where do I go when the world falls down around me? sometimes I can't comprehend I never know who's a friend or who's and enemy (I may not have any friends) is there a purpose or a destiny to guide me? is the cake just a lie? if there's a God, He isn't speaking to me recently but I'm still waiting for reply
no one to turn to, nowhere to hide, no one to answer the mind-numbing questions inside who will I turn to? why do I try? I can't go on like this until I die-
come brighter days when the world once more inspires me someday the sun may rise again I'd like to hope that the future opens up to me (I like to dream, now and then) call me a cynic or a pessimistic misanthrope, call me a villain, that's just fine if there's a God, I'm getting sick of waiting for some hope, but I'm still waiting for a sign
no one to turn to, nowhere to hide no one to comfort our remaining friends when we die who will I turn to? why can't I cry maybe the cake is a lie