Diana: Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead? It's like living on a cliff-side, not knowing when you'll dive Do you know, do you know, what it's like to die alive? When the world that once had color fades to white and gray and black When tomorrow terrifies you, but you'll die if you look back You don't know I know you don't know You say that you're hurting, it sure doesn't show You don't know It lays me so low When you say let go, and I say you don't know The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground It just keeps on rushing at you, day-by-day-by-day-by-day You don't know, you don't know, what it's like to live that way Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run If it gets me it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done