Sometimes you get stuck in a place
and you don't know what to do
You hear cries in the night, you
look around, theres nobody there.

Who is it, who am I, who are you
why are you here and what do we
want, we just don't know and we
keep wondering why is it us.

The silence is all around you and
it has me covered with dismay
you don't care and we are lost in
turmoil of what we just may be.

How do we get out of this mess
what do I do to be removed from
who and what you are and you
be ridden of who I just may be.

Will we continue to sink into the
darkness that's inside of me
must I continue to suffer the
bitterness of who you really are.

The flowers are dead all around me
and the ground on which you are
standing on the grass will never grow
no spring and there is no sunshine

Empty spaces for you and the fun
of the circus don't exist for me
why are we here and who am I
and what will you turn out to be.