cant stand to be around my friends on days like this.
their smiles burn right thru my chest like a cigerette.
couldnt muscele one for myself if heaven fell from above,
because i couldnt stomach, whats upon my plate, its what i have become
what have i become?
what have we become?
without us, within we, hopes gone, the bell rings
thoughts bend, words shake, limbs tremble, as we breaks
the song on the radio says the four of us are dying
and we dont care well never die alone.
the song on the radio says the four of us are dead
and we dont mind, wed never live alone.