Too weak to stay awake
Too weak to go away (Hey, I’m… Hey, I’m...)
This place just rinks of valium
The answers pile up in the daylight, and my
Head is not my own,
Cotton through my bones
Eleven years old today
Eleven years old...
Too late to extricate
Too late to suffocate (Hey, I’m… Hey, I’m...)
Another crowded atrium
And countless hostages at bay and yet my
Mind don’t think of malls,
Ideas unsold
Seventeen years old today
Just one more on the brink
Reaching out, striding over
This is not right
My illusions, my future, tossed aside
Please stay calm, sleep some more
I’m not tired, I want out
Please stay calm, read some more
I’m not bored, I want out
Just one more on the brink
Reaching out, striding over
This is not right
My delusions, my regrets, standing by
I NEED MORE!!!
I need more than cushions to comfort myself
I need more than pills...
They say they give me love
They say this is all love
They say I don’t have feelings
They say I don’t have feelings
They say I don’t have feelings
I’ve never felt it, so…
I wish there was a way
That would make them go away
I wish there was a way
I’d be free to find mine
They say I don’t have feelings
They say I don’t have feelings
They say I don’t have feelings
I’ve never felt it, so…