I've lost my footing

I'm hanging by the brink

I'm stranded in a sea of hope

with not a drop to drink

so I stand alone when I think

because conformity can't be the solution

because some scars can never heal

and now my dreams lay in silent ruins

there's blood on the horizons

and still not a word is spoken

I've lost my footing

I'm hanging from a very thin thread

now the shadow falls as the reaper calls

and the dark comes rolling in overhead

something wicked comes this way

and still not a fucking word is spoken

strike me down

release my handjust let me fall

I'll never understand

I'm not living up to their expectations

I'm not living up to their dreams of success

they say I'm not living up to a simple standard

they say I'm not living up to the skill I posess

I think I was born without a soul (pray for me)

I think I was born without a voice (cry for me)

I think I was born without a pulse (love for me)

god, why was I born without the choice (die for me)

not a word, not a word is spoken

not a word is spoken- and that's why I'm broken

not a word, not a word spoken

and still not a fucking word...

I'll never understand

I'll never understand you