Somehow

there's too many things

left to be unsaid

some live in a dark hole

sometimes in my head

but I'm all right

I'll get by

somehow

you want to feel their emotion

sometimes even hold their hand

but they're giving nothing in return

to suit their own demands

but I'm tired

and I'll get by

somehow

look at the people around you

stabbing at your heart

but you still smile in kindness

for not knowing who they are

and their stories have ended

and they've lit up the town

and it's time to go home

as they go and lay their bodies back down

you want to feel their emotion

sometimes even hold their hand

but they're giving nothing in return

to suit their own demands

but I'm tired

and I'll get by

somehow

look at the people around you

stabbing at your heart

but you still smile in kindness

for not knowing who they are

and their stories have ended

and they've lit up the town

and it's time to go home

as they go and lay their bodies back down

there's too many things

left to be unsaid

so I live in a dark hole

sometimes in my head

but I'm all right

I'll get by

somehow