Can somebody help me    I think that I'm losing my head?   It's twisted and spinning around from all the words that you've said,   and everything's dying and everyone's lying to me.   I'm living as someone I never wanted to be.      Walking along through those hallways where we used to play,   we told each other "I'll meet you again someday."   And everything's changing, it's all rearranging, it's true.   Sitting half-laughing, half-crying, while I think of you.      And everything's gone,   everything's done,   and I don't belong   here without you.