there are things i said i would never do 
there are fears i can not believe [bad word] [bad word] 
for my soul is too sick and too little and too late 
and myself i have grown to weary to hate 

the more i stay in here 
the more it's not so clear 
the more i stay in here 
the more i disappear 
as far as i have gone 
to know what side i'm on 
but now i'm not so sure 
the line begins to blur 

there's somebody on top of me 
i don't know i don't know 
isn't anyone stopping me 
i don't know i don't know 
i won't try and hold my breath 
i don't know i don't know 
just how far can i go 
i don't know i don't know 

as i lay here and stare 
the fabric starts to tear 
it's far beyond repair 
and i don't really care 
as far as i have gone 
to know what side i'm on 
but now i'm not so sure 
the line begins to blur