Who knows? Who knows what it's doing to me?
I've fallen so far. I've fallen so far that I don't know just what is or isn't real. I've fallen so far.
I know. I know I've fallen so far.
It's strange and so true, how the screams they haunt me as they do. But I know that I'm sure, I can't walk out the door! But, how I need to break free, oh yes, I wish I could break free.
I just have got to break free.
I wish life could go on. I can't get used to all of the cries, taunting inside, splitting me wide open, like a knife. I don't want to carry on. God knows, and I think He's always known.
Oh, you've really got to see, I've got to break free.
I have to break free. You have to agree..
I want, I want, I want, I want...
...to bring an end to me.