In a coma, you don't dream, you just hope that someone sits with you.

I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.

And the sad act like lepers They stick to the shadows They long to ring bells of warning To tell of their coming So that the pure can shut their doors.

And me I'm in the bathroom crying out my eyelids because it's hard to be a man when you're scared, just like a little kid.

Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.

Give me a break! Ooh, let me try! Give me something to show For my miserable life! Give me something to take! Would you break even my wings, Just like a swallo…

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.