Comes in Dreams and Lives in Actions

There's nothing cold about these streets,
Unless your counting everything,
There's nothing wrong with what we're doing,
Unless your counting sin,
I'm tired and I'm scared of living an ugly lie,
I just have this feeling we're all going to die,
But everyone dies and everyone crys,
The only difference is how we have lived,
And I've got stories I could tell,
About a thousand lives lived in a second,
But none them are me,
I'm starting to believe I never did exist,
Cause under all this make believe,
There's nothing but a ditch,
That I can fall in when it's dark,
My life is lived as I've waved good bye,
At least a thousand times,
So this'll be the last good bye,
I'll ever have to say.