Testo di Hysteria

Maybe there's a way I can pick it up and save it Reconstruct the promises that I once made Oh, but god knows I'm fading I'm still wasting away Stretching my skin over concrete Watching the past fall down at my feet And in the lost and found I was waiting Waiting for someone to carry me home Or away, just anywhere away from here So I can finally fucking breath There's got to be a way There's got to be a way I'd like to believe that I'm not crazy But I'm not sure anymore Of course they say the past is always haunting But I'm not the same anymore Because it's not the same No it's not the same I'd like to believe I'm not crazy I'd like to believe in anything