Sitting alone with no strength at all, 
Watching in silence as i begin to fall 
Slowly at first, gradually gaining speed. 
It's a long way down, but you know all you need 
Is for someone to reach out so you can just take their hand,

With them there beside you, things won't look so bad. 
You dream of the day this could happen to you, 
Dream of all the things you know won't come true; 
Like changing the past so things end up different, 
But you can't change the past and you need to vent 
Your anger that's kept deep inside of your soul
At the things you have seen, all the lies you've been told.
You've been kept in the dark so many times you lost count,
Waiting for some news without making a sound. 
Do they think you can't handle it? that you're weak or too
young, 
That the truths going to hurt? but the pain's just begun. 
Every time they don't tell you what the hell's going on, 
You hide all the feelings, and all of the wrong 
They have caused brings you down to your knees 
In tears, as the pain stops your soul being free. 
It all gets too much and enough is enough, 
Your finding out slowly you're not as tough as you thought.
You bottle it up till it all comes flooding back 
And you turn to a blade whilst you sit in the dark 
Of you're room, pressed up against the cold wall, 
Begging someone would come but there's no one at all. 
So you punish yourself for the way that you feel 
And the state that you're in must be your fault as well. 
They don't understand, they don't know the real you 
That is hurting inside, and if only they knew 
Just what was wrong and what was on your mind, 
They would just call you stupid and tell you to find 
Somebody that cares, trouble is there is no one around 
So in the end all you do is just fall down 
And your falling and falling and falling 
But sometime soon the ground will begin 
To appear just below you and then it will hurt 
When you smash into the cold and hard dirt. 
If only they'd reached out so you could grab hold, 
But that's not going to happen, you'll only be told 
To grow up and that you should just move on, 
But to you that phrase is a lot easier said than done. 
The good times are memories that you wish would come back,
But you're left all alone falling into that endless black...