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You told me I was leader; you said when I talked people listened, that people respected me. You lied. People don't respect me, people just think I know more than them so they're hoping to pick up on something when I'm speaking. People don't respect me; people barely even tolerate me, they just think I know things they don't.

Step after step after hitting the dirt,
Hitting the floor;
Hitting the wall,
Each time I stop moving it hurts,
Each step I take it burns,
Every move that I make I make it worse,
But what else can I do,
Besides writing songs?

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the world's turned upside down and everything's gone?
I'm not asking for the world to solve my problems,
But maybe I can't solve them,
I'm not asking a god for an angel,
But I know I could use one.

Voices are echoing through the halls,
They're calling my name
But I'm pretty sure I don't care at all,
I'm sick and tired of my life feeling like a game,
The story is a joke,
The characters just make me want to choke,
Because as much as I hate this all,
I love 'em just enough to make the right call,
Stop popping in quarters and let it fall,
The count starts at nine and it ends at zero,
Its time to die and let it pass on.

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the lines have blurred and there's no way to carry on?
Its not that I want to die;
Sure feels like it'd make things simpler though,
I'm not going to say I need your help,
But then again I shouldn't have to ask.

The stage was set but the lights burnt out,
The script was written but the paper ran out;
I guess I had a plan for my life,
But that went to the hell;
I knew what I was doing and I knew who I was,
Without you here,
That plans just a shell to hide in,
But hey, the show must go on.

If it means I have feel like this,
I guess that's my curse.
If I have to better than everyone else,
Then that's my cross to bear.
If at the end of the day,
I'm left broken and shattered,
That's my fault.
Don't tell me to believe ,
Don't ask me to follow what someone says is the truth,
I can't believe in that,
Can't believe in good.

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the lines have blurred and there's no way to carry on?
Its not that I want to die;
Its just too bad it isn't an option,
I'm not going to say I need your help,
But then again I can't say the words.

Description
You told me I was leader; you said when I talked people listened, that people respected me. You lied. People don't respect me, people just think I know more than them so they're hoping to pick up on something when I'm speaking. People don't respect me; people barely even tolerate me, they just think I know things they don't.

Step after step after hitting the dirt,
Hitting the floor;
Hitting the wall,
Each time I stop moving it hurts,
Each step I take it burns,
Every move that I make I make it worse,
But what else can I do,
Besides writing songs?

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the world's turned upside down and everything's gone?
I'm not asking for the world to solve my problems,
But maybe I can't solve them,
I'm not asking a god for an angel,
But I know I could use one.

Voices are echoing through the halls,
They're calling my name
But I'm pretty sure I don't care at all,
I'm sick and tired of my life feeling like a game,
The story is a joke,
The characters just make me want to choke,
Because as much as I hate this all,
I love 'em just enough to make the right call,
Stop popping in quarters and let it fall,
The count starts at nine and it ends at zero,
Its time to die and let it pass on.

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the lines have blurred and there's no way to carry on?
Its not that I want to die;
Sure feels like it'd make things simpler though,
I'm not going to say I need your help,
But then again I shouldn't have to ask.

The stage was set but the lights burnt out,
The script was written but the paper ran out;
I guess I had a plan for my life,
But that went to the hell;
I knew what I was doing and I knew who I was,
Without you here,
That plans just a shell to hide in,
But hey, the show must go on.

If it means I have feel like this,
I guess that's my curse.
If I have to better than everyone else,
Then that's my cross to bear.
If at the end of the day,
I'm left broken and shattered,
That's my fault.
Don't tell me to believe ,
Don't ask me to follow what someone says is the truth,
I can't believe in that,
Can't believe in good.

What do you do when everything's wrong?
When the lines have blurred and there's no way to carry on?
Its not that I want to die;
Its just too bad it isn't an option,
I'm not going to say I need your help,
But then again I can't say the words.