Walking down the hall but all the doors are locked inside,
Searching for somebody just to stay with for the night.
Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I dream a life of sorrow
Sifting through the pictures of the ghost inside my mind,
Somehow can't forget the times I fail to get things right.
Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I dream a life of sorrow
Head hangs low,
Stare at the telephone,
Forget the things you'll never know.
The night is long,
Shadows grow on my wall,
I'm calling out, but no ones home.
Please, help me, please
I let my heart go
I'm dead, I'm diseased
I dream a life of sorrow
No strength left to scream
Ooh..
Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Pete Parada, Manuel Ragoonanan Carrero, Chris Conley, David Soloway, Manny Carrero
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