Cry for Help In a World Gone Mad

Sometimes I think of old friends but they all seem the same

Then I see them and they can't remember my name

I guess I'm just like them, I guess I'm just a bore

I could hate them but I've never done that before

I've got lots of good friends, I don't need any moreAnd sometimes when you lie to me, sometimes I'll lie to you

And there isn't a thing you could possibly do

All these half destroyed lives aren't as bad as they seem

And then I see blood and I hear people scream

Then I wake up and it's just another bad dreamAnd I can't help myself by feeling sorry

Because I gave up every chance I had

It's not a movement, it's just another fad

Like a cry for help in a world gone mad