Maybe we should stop
So there'll be no problems to pop
Either in or out the situation
Maybe you just have to give up
To prevent things from falling apart
Even your own heart
Maybe it's the best way
It's the debt happiness should pay

Now the lies that they've (we've) told have surely grown old
Childhood stories of growing up and the happiness it holds
melts into the facts
life clearly, it lacks
so she falls short and stumbles back to memories

"It's too hard to handle", she often would state
everything it seems, is a disappointing weight
By those who had once held onto her hand
the notions about the way they had told her to stand
"Hold your head up! Walk with pride! Look for rainbows!"
Now every single time she is loaded with woes
so she lays down and aspires for days spent in memories

And I never really thought what they said could be true
well I guess I did in daydreams when the sky was clear blue
By examining their faulty smiles
their faces as long as the Nile
I would give up and fall back into memories

Sometimes I wish I was stupid and young
I tell myself in all honesty and with my mouth open sung,
"If I wanted I could just disappear and then cut"
So every once in a while when my eyes are held shut
and her (our) body lays in blood and lost memories

is anybody there?
can you hear me,
screaming into the empty hall?

is anybody there,
to hear me speak?

i'm giving up here
i'm tearing down

are you out there ?
you don’t have to listen
you just have to *hear