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 gray 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 your hurting,
It sure doesn't show.
You don't know.