Cringing at the wounds
Wincing at the cuts
Bursting at the seams
Dying on the streets

Why does nothing matter anymore?
People dying on the streets and grasping for reality
Any more of this and I might burst
For nobody can see the tears I cry
Nobody will see the things I grieve
Nobody would see the dreams I try
To push away

Pushing to the door
Falling on the floor
People asking why
Angels flying high

Why does nothing matter anymore?
People trying to live when there's obviously no chance
Any more of this and I might burst
For nobody can see the times I die
Nobody will see the efforts I make
Nobody would see the dreams I try
To make reality