I lay in bed,
Feeling itchy...

Okay, I'm a bit lost,
I don't know where to begin...

Fifty thousand tears that I have cried for you,
And you don't even appreciate a single one...

I think it was kind of a cold night, a chilly...
A night out with my father, the one who started it...

You think you have it all figured out don't you?
Like how you're going to sit in another state...

A female heart, walked hand in hand with his,
Always together and always near each other...

Sometimes I just lay there, relaxing and not...
Looking at my wall- all the pictures and memories...

So frustrated and angry inside of my head,
Twitching and jumping to every loud sound...

You played it all this time, thought you had it...
Leaving me alone at home late at night, wondering...

Thoughts of pulling the moon closer to me,
So that I can blind myself instead of seeing...

Sitting in a brown wooden rocking chair,
Rocking back and forth to my favorite song...

I'm dancing in circles to my favorite tune,
Rockin' my hips from the left to the right...