| Well it cuts just like as knife
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| Takes away your love of life
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| Puts out your fire and leaves you in the ashes
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| And you lay there in the hole
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| What you loved now leaves you cold
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| It’s hard to get the strength to face the morning
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| Some days you really feel like hiding
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| Some days you swear you’ll never go out anymore
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| And I’m not going back
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| I’m not going back to my dark places
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| I’m not going back
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| I’m not going back to my dark places
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| Well the days drag slowly by
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| All you want to do is cry
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| Nothing makes sense nothing has a reason
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| And the world is not the same
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| And you’re the one to blame
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| Before too long you feel just like a prisoner
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| Some days you really feel like screaming
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| Some days you swear you’ll never smile anymore
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| It’s something they can’t see yet it seems so real to me
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| Can’t explain just how I feel when what I feel is no emotion
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| It’s not a tragedy, yet that’s how it seems to me
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| I wish that you could see or even for one minute be me
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| Well, I got there in the end
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| With the help of many friends
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| Some who helped by simply just believing
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| And the days look brighter now
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| Yet I know someday, somehow
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| I could end up back there in an instant
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| Some days I really feel like laughing
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| Some days I realize I must stay on my guard |