I don't know how to reach out,
I don't know how beginngs are made,
I roll along with the flow
And I cry when things go wrong,
But only on the inside.
I don't know how to pray anymore,
I don't wanna' confide in silence,
I sit alone and dream instead
And I cry when those dreams fall through,
But never make things change.
I don't hear the falling rain,
I don't smell the burning trees,
I lie and dread the coming day
And I cry inside, when it comes
But smile and laugh.
I don't believe in many things at all
I don't feel comfort for most time -
I fall away from my warmth
And I don't cry in these heaps,
But close my eyes and scream.
