there's banging on the wall it's 5am – I've got no sleep at all just thoughts of how I might struggle through tomorrow too much time in one day too much time to occupy boring thoughts and boring moods and boring bedtimes won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone it's hard to write this song it's all a joke it's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead
I might be leaving soon
there's laughter from below it's 1am – how could you have known? the thoughts of silence that had me from going back to sleep that night wish I could call someone I love to stop thinking of myself long look in the mirror just… looks back so blankly you were right: I can't do this I'm going crazy, it's gone by me and you can't see how much I think I'm empty
I might be leaving soon
my dreams are full of what's not real I'll fly away and save the world I'll make you proud someday I just won't be around to see your face
my life is full of what's not here I'll go away and save myself
I'll make you proud someday I just won't be around to see your face