somtimes it seems like im living a lie,but its nothing you've heard before,
sometimes it seems like your hands are all tied,
and i wonder if nothing but time,
i can wait for something new,
as i scream in the dark once again,
as i hold out my hand a confession of sin,
as i scream in the dark alone once again,
my pride pushes me out but you pull me back in,
sometimes it seems like im living a lie,
no one, just my dismay,
i try whats left for me right here,
from nothing to which i fear.....
