Sitting, waiting for somebody to come
Keep staring holes in the wall, the sky reveals no sun
What am I doing?
Where am I going with my life?
Someone help me, or at least hand me a knife?
The window opened but the air won't help my brain
The pressure increases, I would not call me sane
Nowhere to run now, nowhere to go to ease my mind
I want to step outside but it's the door that I can't find
Is this a sign, or are you just a bird?
Why are you sitting there is it my voice that you've heard?
Are you for real or just a picture in my head?
I want to know if I'm alive or if I'm dead
Feeling the cold, creeping through my veins
Loosing direction, I can't release these chains
No longer wondering, no longer worrying 'bout the past
I take my final step, and I know it is my last
Is this a sign, or are you just a bird?
Why are you sitting there is it my voice that you've heard?
Are you for real or just a picture in my head?
I want to know if I'm alive or if I'm dead?