there's banging on the wall it's 5 am 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 with boring thoughts boring moods 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 that's probably dead
i might be leaving soon i might be leaving soon
there's laughter from below it's 1 am how could you have known the thoughts of silence that keep me from going back to sleep at night wish i could call someone i love to stop thinking of myself long look in the mirror, just look so blankly
you were right i can't do this i'm going crazy it's fine by me now you can see how much i've become empty
i might be leaving soon i might be leaving soon 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 today i just won't be around to see your face