Threw my pennies in the well,
wasted wishes, can't you tell...

Twisted and tortured,
I'm triggered by silence...

If it's gotta get worse before it gets better,
well, you know I'm due improvement...

Every day I wake up,
I'm, caking on this make-up...

So, what's the point in holding on,
if you cannot find a reason...

I'd open up,
but I'd fall apart...

You know I can't seem to find my way,
it's like you're here but you just won't stay...

This cover's getting heavier,
these sheets will be my grave...

This dark cloud hanging over me,
it feels like home to me...

The Sun shines bright,
but in my mind it's dark inside...

Happy, and carefree,
the way I used to be...

How did we get to this fighting,
how did we get to this part...