[DIANA]
Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside, not knowing when you'll dive
Do you know, do you know, what it's like to die alive?

When the world that once had color
Fades to white and gray and black
When tomorrow terrifies you
But you'll die if you look back

You don't know
I know you don't know
You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show
You don't know
It lays me so low
When you say let go, and I say you don't know

The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound
Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground
It just keeps on rushing at you, day-by-day-by-day-by-day
You don't know, you don't know, what it's like to live that way
Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run
If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done