| There are things that I said I would never do
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| There are fears that I cannot believe have come true
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| For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
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| And my self, I have grown too weary to hate
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| The more I stay in here
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| The more it’s not so clear
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| The more I stay in here
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| The more I disappear
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| As far as I have gone
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| I knew what side I’m on
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| But now I’m not so sure
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| The line begins to blur
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| Is there somebody on top of me?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Isn’t anybody stopping me?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Well I’m trying to hold my breath
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| Just how far down can I go?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I don’t know
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| As I lie here and stare
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| The fabric starts to tear
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| It’s far beyond repair
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| And I don’t really care
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| As far as I have gone
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| I knew what side I’m on
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| But now I’m not so sure
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| The line begins to blur |