I am not here
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I think I've never been here at all or ever will be
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I feel like a place
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Where no one goes anymore
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Why can't you see that everything's broken
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Why does it seem that my life's turned gray?
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I can't believe in anything sacred
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When I don't believe that I am real
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It seems so bizarre
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But none of this matters
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Thoughts disappear, hope has died
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Now I am safe, nothing can hurt me here
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Why can't you see my need for forgiveness?
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The truth and the lies confused as one
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I can't believe in anything sacred
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When I don't believe in anything
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I am alone
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Locked in my memories
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There's nowhere left for me to hide
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But I am not real
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I've made all I am with lies
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Why does it seem that everything's different?
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Why does it seem that only you are real?
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I don't believe in anything sacred
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So, why do I feel so damned alone?
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[chorus]
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I need someone to break the silence
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That's screaming in my head
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And in my soul
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Why
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Stabbing Westward |