A Cry for Help in a World Gone Mad

Sometimes I think of old friends But they all seem the same Then I see them and they can't remember my name I guess I'm just like them I guess I'm just a bore I could hate them but I've never done that before I've got lots of good friends I don't need anymore And sometimes when you lie to me Sometimes I'll lie to you And there isn't a thing you could possibly do All these half-destroyed lives Aren't as bad as they seem But now I see blood and I hear people scream Then I wake up And it's just another bad dream (Chorus) And I can't help myself by feeling sorry Because I gave up every chance I had Another movement It's just another fad Like a cry for help In a world gone mad