Am I a ***** for not wanting to be alive right now? Am I a ***** for running to the pills? The alcohol no longer drowns out the sadness The music no longer fades out the sounds Or fills up the silence I'm in the center of a crowd Of a thousand sweating bodies And I can feel their heartbeats pulsing as my own But I still feel more than I've ever felt Oh, I'm not quite sure I can carry out So empty and alone