I am on my knees, I gave up in vain, And no one can ease And end up my pain.
I'm still creating my own hell, And I'm still caged in my shell. I am losing my heart as well As I choose not to dwell.
What would you do If it were not me, If it were you? What would you do If all your dreams Did not come true? What would you do?
How can you judge what you don't know? You and your soul are rotten to the core. I know you can feel the air up above, It filled with hate, not with love.
What would you do If it were not me, If it were you? What would you do If all your dreams Did not come true? What would you do?
I know you can feel the air up above, It filled with hate, not with love.