• Hope
    Like dreaming
    Learn to cope
    Lots of screaming
    No more hope
    Forgotten dreams
    Pick up a rope
    Let my limp body hang loose among the trees
    Maybe no one cares
    Or maybe they just don't see it
    But slowly, peice by peice, my heart tears
    I'm not fit
    To live this life
    Hit after hit
    Finally made me want to pick up a knife
    And so I do
    And as my technicolor world finally fades to gray
    I'll be thinking of you
    When the angels come out to play
    No, I'm not okay.