Half A Minute Away

Lyrics

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...