you've got no reasons for the things you said
but you can't keep your feelings to yourself
and i can't find an answer to this emptiness
no i can't find an answer
and i wish that i was dead
i never dreamt i'd hear your echo pounding in my head
and though the tears have dried
i'm ripped inside
i'll say i'm feeling fine
but what's the use
when nothing could be further from the truth
oh where will i find comfort
strength to live again
if there's a god above then show me how the story ends
if there's a god above then how could he desert a friend
because i feel so tired
and ripped inside
and though the tears have dried
i'm ripped inside
you'll ache for me when your hands are tied
you'll wish you lived in another time
and if you're thinking the pain subsides
there's no place to hide
when you're ripped inside
there is no meaning in the things you did
and you might still go round denying it
if you could live that hour again would you resist?
or was i just another victim innocently picked?
was i carefully selected or the next one on your list?
to be cut down to size
and ripped inside
