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 leave her astray I bet she never knew what it was like And half of the time she didn't have much of 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 to ever 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 a 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 seem 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 [?] 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 why 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 [?] try and try again just for 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 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, [?] [?] And she stops, took a shaking breath and said goodbye She had managed to save a piece of broken glass 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 a happening...