Sometimes when I try to stand
The Men with Needles take my hand
They lay me down in a hospital bed
And drain the life from me
Sometimes when I try to think
And pour my problems down the sink
The Men with Needles knock on my door
And take away my energy
Sometimes when I try to see
And find the beauty that surrounds me
The Men with Needles appear again
And take my eyes away
And sometimes in the mirror
My skin will turn to paper
And the color fades and turns to white
The Men With Needles have made me nothing
My reflection disappears
And I'm nothing you see
And I'm holding as tightly as you held on to me
The Men with Needles leave and return
And take more and more
There's nothing left
I die waking up
As they took my last breath
