Ever on and on I continue circling, With nothing but my hate in a carousel of agony, Till slowly I forget and my heart starts vanishing, And suddenly I see that I can't break free--I'm Slipping through the cracks of a dark eternity, With nothing but my pain and the paralyzing agony, To tell me who I am, who I was, Uncertainty enveloping my mind till I can't break free, and maybe it's a dream; maybe nothing else is real, But it wouldn't mean a thing if I told you how I feel, So I'm tired of all the pain, of the misery inside, And I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the night, You can tell me what to say; you can tell me where to go, But I doubt that I would care, and my heart would never know, If I make another move there'll be no more turning back, Because everything will change, and it all will fade to black. Will tomorrow ever come? Will I make it through the night? Will there ever be a place for the broken in the light? Am I hurting? Am I sad? Should I stay, or should I go?