There's the hatchet grab my knife When I woke there was nothing real in this life But dreams are so intoxicating When you're doing this alone Gun rope brick on the way But words have no meaning When it's you that says "I really do care" No, baby I really do care Innocence gone Never take friendship personal You can't hold yourself together Why should I hold you now? In a sense gone Never take friendship personal You can't hold yourself together Why should I hold you now? Once the sceptic now the critic And you have finally found a place of your own Amongst the cold and timid souls Where failure knows your name Look around for the closest to blame But look no further than the hands beneath your arms And now you're six feet down buried with With your passing fame Oh, oh, oh, you lie Tell me something more than what you hide If you can't find yourself Then how can I expect to find you Oh, oh, oh, you cry Tell me something more than what you try The greatest tragedy is not your death But that your life has no reason That your life had no purpose
