and we feel like rain
when the words all sound the same
in the lifeless corners of htis empty frame
though we feel let down
by the same old autumn breating
winters curse is just around the bend
with our hands all tied
to the blades of their design
we are armed and ready to commit this crime

we love that game but we never play
cause we willl lose and we want to stay
the way we are the way we've been for far too long

from the falsest smle
to the fear of death is why
the pain reminds us that were still alive
with our hopes on hold
and our lack of intrest exposed
all hands damage our determined eyes
but the lines are drawn
and the red beins to creep
its way from boredom toward apathy

say something
finally were alone
alright is there anyone out there at all?
say something finally were alone
how about a phone call now?

and we feel like rain
when the words all sound the same
as the cutain closes on another day