I could've went down,
in the river to drown...

I can't sleep, I keep hearing voices,
speak to me, making my choices...

If life is like a movie, well, I think you should...
that mine is not some funny picture show...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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