I heard him crying like he was dying

Silent wrenching tears that left his face a mask of pain and sorrow from all my lying

It was a noose I was tying

I’m out of control

So deep in a hole

And I’m thinking that life isn’t so great

It may be too late

But each tear that fell from that endless well

Came down to me in my chemical hell

I feel change is coming

I feel it, I can tell

I’ve torn down the wall

I walk down the hall

To go make the call

It’s over, that’s all