Too many nights have I wasted in silence,
Too many times have I cried to my pillow...

All you people with cars listen here,
I'm writing to say how bad they can be...

It's easy to pay attention
To the bad things that happen in life...

I'm kind of just sick of everything,
Sick of what they all say...

Through all of my lies
You see exactly who it is I really am...

You laugh and you joke
And you think it's all a game...

What is it that I should be fighting for?
is it to finally feel free from hassle...

Think back a while now
3 or 4 years it was...

I don't know how to cope
i don't know how to hold on...

Why am I still up this late?
How come I cant get to sleep...

The end of another sad and slow night
the end of another day thats repeated...

Hollow wind of horror
you can't surprise me yet...