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 want anymore

Sometimes when you lie to me, sometimes I lie to you
Never is enough thing they could possibly do
All these half-destroyed lives aren't as bad as they seem
And now I see blood and I hear people scream
Then I wake up and it's just another bad dream

And I can't help myself but feeling sorry
Because I gave up every chance I had
It's not a movement, it's just another fad
Like a cry for help in a world gone mad

And I can't help myself but feeling sorry
I know I gave up every chance I had
It's not a movement, it's just another fad
Like a cry for help in a world gone mad

(What are you laughing about?)