It's hard to be a human being
How can we?
When we're not quite sure what being human means
Should I let it die?
Or push those thoughts aside?
They never mattered anyway
It's like driving a runaway hearse
I can't stop, I just make things worse
Come on and take the wheel from me
Put me outta my misery
You were crying when I sang the words
I won't see you in hell If I get there first
I'm tearing at the seams
If anyone can dream, then I can
Are we alive?
When the fear subsides
Does it even matter anyway?
It's like driving a runaway hearse
I can't stop, I just make things worse
Come on and take the wheel from me
Put me outta my misery
You were crying when I sang the words
I won't see you in hell If I get there first
I'm tearing at the seams
If anyone can dream, then I can