two years since the first day
that's how it felt
four months since the first day

not seeing an end
I keep talking to the voices in my head
they won't go away

no, they tell me they're here to stay

you tore me down

lower your gun
you broke my bridge
you tore me down


I feel sad and lonely
and there's no feeling anyother way

I told them somebody died
so no one would bother me for a while


you tore me down
lower your gun
you broke my bridge

you tore me down

honestly, I'd tell a lie

I want you out of my life
I know you won't take me alive
cos I have already died