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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 DISAPPEAR! 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!! |
