Do you wake up in the morning
And need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries
And feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside
Not knowing when you'll dive
Do you know
Do you know
What it's like to die alive?
When a world that once had color
Fades to white and grey and black
When tomorrow terrifies you
But you'll die if you look back
You don't know
I know you don't know
You say that you're hurting
It sure doesn't show
You don't know
It lays me so low
When you say let go
And I say
You don't know
The sensation that you're screaming
But you never make a sound
Or the feeling that you're falling
But you never hit the ground
It just keeps on rushing at you
Day by day by day by day
You don't know
You don't know
What it's like to live that way
Like a refugee, a fugitive
Forever on the run
If it gets me, it will kill me
But I don't know what I've done
