There’s a hatchet got a knife
When I awoke there was nothing real in this life
But dreams are so intoxicating, when you’re doing this alone
Gun, rope, brick on the way
But words have no meaning when its you that says
I really do care, no baby I, I really do care!

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can’t hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Once a skeptic, now the critic
And you think that you finally found a place of your own.
Amongst the cold and timid souls
Where only failure knows your name
Look around for the closest to blame
But look no further than the hands beneath your arms and now you are 6 feet down, buried with, with your passing fame
And fame fame fame fame.

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can’t hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?

Oh oh oh you lie
Tell me something more than what you’ve tried to hide
If you can’t find yourself, then how can I expect to find you.
Oh oh oh you cry
Tell me something more than what you tried
The greatest tragedy is not your death
But a life without reason, that your life had no purpose!

Innocence gone, never take friendship personal
If you can’t hold yourself together
Why should I hold you now?