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