Come one and all and see the broken man,
talking to himself,
He sits and waits for something better,
he’ll never find it here.
The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek,
he can’t even feel it.
There it goes again,
he’s listening to someone,
He hears the bitter laughter and all he wants to know is…
Why does any of it matter?
I can’t take it anymore)
You’ve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better.
He wipes his hands on anything in reach,
he never feels clean,
He shakes at night because his nerve is gone,
every muscle hurts,
Come one and all and see what happened…
that broken man is me.
There it goes again, I can hear it louder,
It doesn’t feel good anymore,
all I want to know is…
Why does any of it matter?
(I can’t take it anymore)
You’ve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better.
Now I know I dissapear,
I can’t find my way from out of here.
Everything is fading on me,
Someone tell me, someone tell me.
Someone tell me….
Why does any of it matter?
(I can’t take it anymore)
You’ve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better.
WHY?! YOU’VE GOTTA TRY!!
