When those who sang the songs that kept you alive,
Well it seems they can't do anything but die,
I wonder where does that leave you,
On a night you just can't seem to make it through?
You can't listen to their music anymore,
Because it doesn't have that magic at it's core,
It just makes you want to give up and jump,
Because all you see in your future is a stomach pump,
So where do you go?
What do you listen to?

When the rockslide can't hold your weight,
Inside your mind, where you're afraid,
Well do you slide down the mountain,
Or find a way to break your fall down?

Nothing makes sense,
Since your hero hung himself,
When their music made you feel less alone,
Instead of out here all alone,
Well now your lullabye is a nightmare,
And no one seems to care,
Do you go on along the path all alone,
While ahead you can hear screaming on the road,
While inside there's heart that's broken,
And a mind that is shaken?

When the rockslide can't hold your weight,
Inside your mind, where you're afraid,
Well do you slide down the mountain,
Or find a way to break your fall down?

This cough syrup is soaking into every pore in my brain,
And I don't know if I can survive the loop again,
I keep waking up, reaching for my phone,
Just to text you so I don't feel so alone,
But you tell me, oh you tell me,
This is wrong, it just can't be,
And now I know, this one thing is real,
Never did you truly care how I feel,
Now please just let me rest in peace,
Because I don't think I can move my feet,
They told me stand up, after you pushed me down,
And now my dignity is spilled all over the ground,

I looked for you to be my anchor,
And all you were was a mirage of a harbor,
I begged you please hold me up,
Instead you left me face down in the dirt,

Please children don't go tripping,
All you find is brain cells dripping,
Onto the floor like a withering flower,
Wake up keep thinking this time it'll change over and over,
But this is reality, yes this is real,
No matter how many times that it may feel,
Like you'll wake up back home in your bed,
You'll never quite be the same again,
You were supposed to be the voice of reason,
The one thing that could keep me from freezing,
But my feet are tired, and chillingly cold,
And this is it, I'm done, I fold,

I looked for you to be my anchor,
And all you were was a mirage of a harbor,
I begged you please hold me up,
Instead you left me face down in the dirt.