Half A Minute Away

Sometimes she feels like talking

Sometimes she doesn't know

Sometimes she doesn't want to talk at all

Sometimes she tells me secrets that I just can't expose

Sometimes she doesn't tell me any

And it gets so dark and I can't find my way

In a place where there is no day

White walls and barred up windows lead her astray

I bet she never knew what it was like

And half of the time she didn't have much of a choice (a choice)

Lay back on your head against the cold tile floor

Close your eyes

Fall back for a safety net, it doesn't seem to work

Gives way right at the impact

That's okay cause that's not what you wanted ever to be

And it's probably better this way

Hide yourself from a world that doesn't seem to care

And the God that doesn't hear you

But every time I get so sick inside

I tell myself I'm happening...

And she gets so cold sometimes

She just starts to shake

Other times she feels nothing

I live all the time and try to make it, everything seems so expired

I want to be rid of it all, just want to find some place to be yourself, yourself

But then I find I'm between the same four walls, it isn't fair, it just isn't

[?] see the world from a [?] anyway

I'm dying at times to make amends, anything like that

Sit in a corner, don't look at anyone

Well you're a liar!

I know what's wrong but I never knew what was right

So what does it matter? I don't think it does at all

And every time I get so angry

I just tell myself to pretend that you're not alone

[?] and try again just for a one in a million chance

Chance, one in a million chance

Hold back all your pride and self esteem

Like a mental stability, maybe just control

Well I want or don't want to know what's wrong, know what's wrong

She feels like she's in a trash compactor and it's closing in on her

But my voice puts her at ease

She doesn't have time anyway, [?]

Just wants to know

[?] wouldn't have mattered [?]

And she stops, took a shaking breath and said goodbye

She had managed to save a piece of a broken glass inside her, inside her side

No, it wasn't gun but it would have to do the job

It would probably do the job

The only thing she ever wanted was for me to be there to hold her hand

But she understood, and nothing but a dial tone ringing in my ear

Soft, but not reassuring

And every time I get so sick inside

I tell myself I'm happening...