You don't notice when I'm not there.
You never cared to see what's inside of me.
Broken plans and outstretched hands won't be,
Enough to get through. You'll never see.
The same old story all too familiar,
When we will learn that it's not alright.
The silence is a disease for which we have no cure.
And ignornace is failing the ones you love forevermore.
No reality. This grim brutality.
Voices telling me what I should do.
Diagrams and master plans.
All marked with these hands.
No one can save me now if I should fall down.
You can't save me if I should fall again.
And you won't save me 'cause there's no reason to.
(I will catch you when you're falling)