Stealing quiet on my bed

And fighting wars inside my head

While counting footprints on the ceiling

Blank and colorless tapestries

The voices yell inside of me

And I knew then the paint was peeling.

You say you know this misery

Well that's no more than sympathy for me

Because this time you were faking

Your motive very questioning

This silence is so defining now see

You see you've got me shaking

Screaming cursing then you spit

And saying all your worthless shit

And I, of course, I'm worth hearing

And I don't know of what I sing

But you, my friend, don't know anything

And that's what makes you not worth fearing.

And I've been lying here for a while now

Sitting and acting like a child

And if you find my garden, could you bring it back?

Because I've been lying here for a while now

And I, I've been dying here for a while now

And I, I've been dying for a while, for a while now.

If your finger is an untamed beast

Then I am just a centerpiece

On the table of your feelings

I find it sort of an interlude

It's just that helpless attitude of mine

Because there's no footprints on your ceiling.

And everything slips through my hand

I'm sorry, I don't understand

Those points I should be making

Your selflessness I should have missed

I never knew this emptiness

Like a child been mistaken.

That all the things you never take

The toys you purposely would break

Like a gift that I was giving

I know I just did hear and stare

Never thinking about how unfair it was

Like a light that was leaving.

And I've been lying here for a while now

Sitting and acting like I was in exile

But if you see my sister could you send her home?

Because I've been dying here for a while now

And I, I'll be dying here in a while now

Dying for a while, for a while now

I'm dying for a while, a while, a while now

For a while, for a while now.