She's like a narcotic
A fever in the blood
The need increases
The desire for more
is unquenchable

I'm screaming
But you can't hear

I'm hiding
In plain sight

I'm running
But getting nowhere

I'm dying
Yet I'm still alive

And most important:
**I want to die
Because you don't care
But won't carry it through
Because I'm afraid of hurting those who care

I'm dying
But I'm not dead

I'm fine

I'm bleeding
But there's still blood

I'm fine

I'm suffocating
But there's still air

I'm fine

I'm falling apart
But my core's intact

I'm fine

*I'm lying
I'm not fine

I spent most of the 70's
Beneath a disco ball
In a Leisure suit
If that don't beat all

A kid from the country
Foot loose and free
Still makes me wonder
What that did to me

Spending my days
At Furniture Mart
Assembling recliners
While loading up cars

Making daily cash money
For night's at the bar
Dancing away
Under disco ball stars

Not really sure
Who we thought we were
Or of the purpose
The 70's served

Just a reminder of
What can go wrong
If you don't pay attention
To what's going on

When I first began
I was a human

I learned to fit in
And became a reflection

I started to fall
Now I'm a shadow

I see the ground coming up fast
Soon I'll be just *nothing

"I just don't fit in,"

​I'm better off dead

"It's just a scratch,"

It hurt and it bled

"I'm just a little tired,"

I'm trying not to cry

"I'm fine, I promise,"

*I just want to die.