Answers, though we make it on our own,   you call us out to face this all alone    cos no-one ever wants to get calls like this   then it collapses then we all start to fall      cos this is cuttin me up   there's nothing left to be said   we take it back on ourselves i think i'm better off dead   didn't want to ever say goodbye      the words now collide as we wander alone   the endings are simple, beginnings overthorwn   and we wonder to what end we all just recieve cos   cut short lives and good times we wear on our sleeves      cos this is cuttin me up   there's nothing left to be said   we take it back on ourselves i think i'm better off dead   didn't want to ever say goodbye      silence kills