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 who'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 looks 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.
