I don't know what to do;

I'm strung out through, and through.

I try my best, they still detest;

I don't know what to do.

I don't know where to go;

I've lost myself below.

And here I'll sit, I'm ready to quit;

I don't know where to go.

I don't know who I am,

I wish they'd understand.

This flesh, my own. This mind, unknown;

I don't know who I am.

I don't know where I'll be;

this road lay not for me.

I tread a line so faded, and fine;

I don't know where I'll be.

I don't know whens the end,

it may be 'round the bend.

Wherever it be, it's waiting for me;

I don't know whens the end.

I don't know why I try.

I may as well lay down, and die.

'cause in the end we all shall wend;

I don't know why I try.

I don't know anymore;

I live a life abhorred.

I need release from this disease;

I don't know anymore.

Why do I feel this way,

in torment day by day?

I'll leave this night with freedom in sight,

and cast this pain away.

All these things I show,

yet you dismiss them so.

I gave you signs, you fed me lines.

I don't know; I don't know.


~Unknown