heart hanging by a string

i no longer know anything

just live from day to day

i'm surviving that way

there's a corner in my soul

a deep, dark, cold hole

sometimes i slip down inside

to try to get away and hide

but i cry and begin to smother

there's a way, there must be another

i'm alive, i exist, but not content

seems my happiness has all been spent

isn't it strange?

you spend in life; but get no change

hang on, wind of sadness is blowing

trying to keep my weakness from showing

but it is there

around me everywhere

you only see and hear my facade

isn't life strange, isn't it odd?

why can't i believe what i say?

i lie to myself everyday