We're Dead Until We're Out Of Hell

I see them walking in the hallways
Looking, prowling, dying
Their problems on display for everyone else to see
Falling, faking, lying
To fit in and make the most of this hell
Hoping, losing, hiding
All of the mistakes we've ever made just to survive
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
Until we know what we want for ourselves but until then we're on our own