somtimes it seems like im living a lie,   but its nothing you've heard before,      sometimes it seems like your hands are all tied,   and i wonder if nothing but time,   i can wait for something new,      as i scream in the dark once again,   as i hold out my hand a confession of sin,   as i scream in the dark alone once again,   my pride pushes me out but you pull me back in,   sometimes it seems like im living a lie,   no one, just my dismay,   i try whats left for me right here,   from nothing to which i fear.....