Sangtekst: At Half-Mast. Alive, Alone And Waiting. Let Your Conscience Be Your Guide.

Sometimes I wonder if you even believe in the things you say, because your actions sure don't demonstrate the things you preach. We've been through this many times before, and every time you tell me you've changed, I come to see that it's all just a lie. Tell me what your problem is, 'cause it's really starting to get to me. We can always work together to set things straight. But if you don't help me, then I can't help you, it's a mutual process and it's all for your good, and if I can't help you then surely no one can. It's not like you to be so bold over something that you know isn't true. But I guess that's never mattered to you in any of your other issues. Why I always break my back to support you I don't know. You'll still fall back on vile things to hide the truth. I'm done being spit on. I'm done being stabbed in the back. This has got to cease, it has got to end. There's just nothing left for me to hope for. It's amazing what you'll put yourself through, you're a slave to your own insecurities, I would think you could have noticed that by now. Take a step back and realize, you can't possibly live with open eyes, and go on as if you don't know wrong from right. Tell me what your problem is 'cause it's really starting to get to me, we can always work together to set things straight. But if you don't help me then i can't help you it's a mutual process and it's all for your good, and if I can't help you than surely no one can. This can't be true. It's not worth it to you, but is it worth it to me? It's hard to say it with compassion. Every time I look at you I'm reminded just how many days I've wasted! Every time I look at you I'm reminded just how much of my effort left dead. It's all becoming way too routine for me now, too routine for me to even care how you pull through or who will be with you now...