It's a waking nightmare
When you can't help, but unserstand
The despondent hopelessness
That makes a man take his own life
, by his own bewildered hand

Chorus-Who knows?
What secrets of desolation
These dead end streets would speak
Small barks of thunder
And a helluva lot of fear
Frayed nerves like tearing rope

Could you bear to just stand. & watch
As he unraveled like a soft sweater
With too many loose ends
Beneath your questioning hands
Could you stand the haunting reminders
A burning cigarette stamped out
On a mirror's ice cold face
With his essence fading like smoke
Leaving behind only the stain & stink
Of a life snuffed out
From an uncertain place
And you could barely grinmace & watch
The faith evaporate from his face

Chorus

Could you have taken the heat
Of his tortured soul
Going down in flames
Like a growing fire trapped inside a wall
That only would've burned you out
In whispering confessions
To be known and felt
Your ebbing tolerance may melt
But will you ever be strong enough
To forgive him?
Sitting from on high
In your elevated insulation
He was never well enough to know

Chorus- Who knows?
What secrets of desolation
These dead end streets would share
If the could dare themselves to speak
Small barks of thunder & a helluva lot of fear
Frayed nerves like tearing rope