Standing in the crowded room I scream at the top of lungs just to see if any one will notice me.
Just to see if they care enough to see my pain. Slowly I feel myself being cut down to a whisper.
I am just a sliver of my former glory.
Just a glint of the past. I am only slightly the person I used to be.
Life has cut me down to nothing more then a peice of what I used to know of myself.
I'm down to a whisper in a day dream.
Shut down to a whisper... can you hear me still?
Trying to be what they need me to be, but I'm so very tired.
Trying to be what I should be, and what they want me to be.
How can I be true to myself, and not be cut down?
I have turned my back on the person I knew... I find myself slowly walking away, and not even
knowing I've walked so far from home.
I'm so far from where I came, but the end is not in sight. I don't see my light. I don't see the end.
If I could only see where it is that I'm walking to.
Where has my strength gone?
Where has my hope gone?
Theres no room to breath, my chest caves in as I try to take a deep breath... theres nothing.
I feel nothing in me as I exhale.
I thought I had everything figured out... I'm lost now.
Do you know me?
Do you know where I've been?
Do you know how long I've been lost?
I have put on the show for the very last time.
The curtain has fallen on my real life drama.
Now where is it that I go from here?