tell me what i should
cause you always seem to see,

show me where ta go
cause i miss my better me,

now,
am i to blame? just cause i try?
like ugliness is to Terry, as happiness is to pie?
cause sun shines behind me
while na ture turns pasty
yet no one's around to hear me cry:

"i exist
but im not here
i think
but i say nothing"

"i hear
but i dont listen, dear
i live
but im not breathing"

point out all the wrong ideas
cause my cuckoo head's a lie

show me how to love again
cause MR. Heart committed suicide

now,
others tell me "get over it,"
"dont bother," they insist"
cause nothing's fair
although i swear
that im pretty sure Death is"

yes, you hate me, yes you do
but hate's a strong word, that is true

maybe if the skies turn blue
if MR.Heart comes back anew

because of you i would decree
we're too different yet we both agree:

"i exist
but im not here
i think
but i say nothing"

"i hear
but i dont listen, dear
i live
but im not breathing"