I tread along I am numb My legs take me along Where I want to go I know they are moving But I feel nothing It's as if I'm not really there It's how I feel with you The things you do to me... You know how to take something Something good Some I anticipated You can take that something And turn it around So that I would rather die Then have that something But then again I would rather die then live So it's not much, is it Back |