nothing feels so bad as not feeling at all. even numbness flys so far away.   i need your peace. i need a place to stay, but most of all, lord, just hold these hands of clay.   i can't find compassion, bound by the slackened rope.   where is my passion? will you ever let me go?   i shake sometimes. will you hold me through the night?   will you wrap your arms around me and hold me oh so tight?   i'm all in one piece, but i'm falling oh so fast.   my friends seem so far away. they think i'm alright. they say i'm okay.   i just want to cry. hold me.