(Brock)



I have the dream in the palm of my hand

but if I fell off that tightrope on which side would I land?

Insecurity and freedom, it's a narrow path

don't know what she wants now

('cos I've ) forgotten how to laugh.

Frightening thoughts spin, around my head

betrayal and misery, things that were said

deep-down inside me the sadness runs deep

the only release from the torture comes when I'm asleep

all of these feelings are trapped deep-down inside

for you it's a joke now I've got nowhere to hide.

Send someone to help me,

I'm lonely and I'm scared

I was gonna pile up,

my emotions they were bared

my weak points they were noted,

put away for future use

she says that she loves me,

as she tightens up the noose.