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

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...

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

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

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...

Oh no, I think that I'm broken,
I scream, but I'm too soft spoken...

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

I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...