Dying to Live

What are words, if you don't mean what you say?
What are looks, if inside you're not OK?
What is beauty, if in a while, it's gone?
What is love, if you wake up in your bed alone?

No use in trying to convince myself
I should always be somebody else.

I'm dying to live,
just to find a place where I could belong.
I'm so tired of being weak
and acting like I'm strong.
So tired of faking I have friends when I'm alone.
I know there's a place that I could call a home.
I'm a stranger here. If you've got advice to give,
go ahead and let me hear the truth. I'm dying to live.

What's a touch, if it doesn't reach your heart?
What's an end, if you need a brand new start?
What's a smile, if you know you're just faking?
What's a chance, if you leave it untaken?

No use in trying to convince myself
I should always be somebody else.

I'm dying to live,
just to find a place where I could belong.
I'm so tired of being weak
and acting like I'm strong.
So tired of faking I have friends when I'm alone.
I know there's a place that I could call a home.
I'm a stranger here. If you've got advice to give,
go ahead and let me hear the truth. I'm dying to live.