The drugs will hide the pain and make it go away.
A lack of self-control is something that I crave.
My body decays from the cradle to the grave.
I try to keep my mind but it gets harder every day.

Show me something I can hold, something I can grasp.
Show me there's another way to feel like I belong.
To feel like I belong.

And there I stood surrounded by the crowd,
yet I never felt more alone and I never felt more afraid.
And in that instant, I finally understood. I understood the pain.
I understood why you threw your life away.

Why?

And I look back to when I opened up that door.
And I saw the blood, and I saw the sorrow.
I know I made things worse, and I should have just walked away.
Should have let you go. You had a better place to be that day.

Why?

Since that day I act out my life, but I'm not really here.
And every day I fight so hard against temptation to run away.
Run away.