Almost everything inside me is dead,
and what is left is hanging on by a thread,
I’m nothing more than a shell,
it’s the only way I can survive this hell.
What if you lost it all?
And had no one to call?
Those questions always cause me to weep,
how much longer must I cry myself to sleep?
I cried for help but no one came,
nobody even knew my name,
no one wants to fix my broken heart,
so I just keep falling apart.
I’ve had everything taken away from me,
lock up my emotions and throw away the key,
all attempts to cheer me up are forlorn,
I’ll always be bloody and torn,
I once had a vision that I had died,
No one noticed, no one cared, no one cried.
It raised a question that cut to the core,
what am I still here for?
I’m tired of living with fear,
how much longer must I stay here?
I just wait for my life to end,
maybe they’d remember me then.
Someone to love me is all I need,
but they would rather watch me bleed,
better start carving my tombstone,
I always knew I’d die alone.
Just another song Texas wrote.
and what is left is hanging on by a thread,
I’m nothing more than a shell,
it’s the only way I can survive this hell.
What if you lost it all?
And had no one to call?
Those questions always cause me to weep,
how much longer must I cry myself to sleep?
I cried for help but no one came,
nobody even knew my name,
no one wants to fix my broken heart,
so I just keep falling apart.
I’ve had everything taken away from me,
lock up my emotions and throw away the key,
all attempts to cheer me up are forlorn,
I’ll always be bloody and torn,
I once had a vision that I had died,
No one noticed, no one cared, no one cried.
It raised a question that cut to the core,
what am I still here for?
I’m tired of living with fear,
how much longer must I stay here?
I just wait for my life to end,
maybe they’d remember me then.
Someone to love me is all I need,
but they would rather watch me bleed,
better start carving my tombstone,
I always knew I’d die alone.
Just another song Texas wrote.