I'm laying here broken
I don't feel the sting...

Apologies to this pencil
For these numb hands feel cold...

Don't worry, dear
It's not your fault...

I know, I know
I'm not your kind...

Sirens screaming
Through rain's glass wall...

See it move
Darkness races...

Pencil is not writing
But what can you do...

It comes down to this
Heart against your mind...

Reading your response
Over again...

Dear reader
Can you feel it...

Just follow the lights
They'll guide you home...

Tell me what you think
Do you want me to care...