I wish I knew just what to do.
I wish I knew just what to say.
To blunt this lonely blade.
This cut of loneliness to fade.
I can cry a tear.
I can cry a single drop or more.
I can bear this solitude.
Can not bear much more.
I can rage, spill yet more salt.
It would not change, it\'s still my fault.
That\'s what it must be.
I cannot break free.
I cannot unlock, I cannot hear, I cannot see.
Beyond this prison, this theatre of pain.
A chest so tightly bound, I\'m buried deep.
There is no sound.
No one to hear my cry for love,.
No saviour, no relief.
No hope.
No angel from above.
I only gave, so they could be.
I only lived to set them free.
I wish I knew just what to do.
I wish I knew just what to say.