Diana:
Do you wake up in the morning
And need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries
And feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside
Not knowing when you'll dive...
Do you know,
Do you know
What it's like to die alive?

When a world that once had color
Fades to white and grey and black...
When tomorrow terrifies you
But you'll die if you look back.

You don't know,
I know you don't know.
You say that you're hurting—
It sure doesn't show.
You don't know...
It lays me so low
When you say let go
And I say
You don't know...

The sensation that you're screaming
But you never make a sound,
Or the feeling that you're falling
But you never hit the ground—
It just keeps on rushing at you
Day by day by day by day...
You don't know
You don't know
What it's like to live that way.

Like a refugee, a fugitive
Forever on the run...
If it gets me, it will kill me—
But I don't know what I've done.