Laying on the floor,
staring at the roof...

Breathing my fears,
drinking my tears...

All to be heard,
is the creak of the bed...

And she smiles,
maybe it's a mistake...

I hate this world and it hates me,
I don't know what I need to be...

Rising up,
from blackened oceans...

Trying to hold back,
on the taste of my tears...

I thought I saw you look at me,
I thought I saw you stare...

Feelings of sickness,
lying awake...

Birds are singing,
in silver trees...

I'm lying still,
as my world spins round...

I feel a void so spacious,
like candy's tasteless...