There's banging on the wall
It's 5 am i've no sleep at all
Just thoughts of how i might [bad word] through tomorow
Too much time in one day
Too much time to occupy
With boring thoughts
Boring moods
Boring bedtimes
Won't tell a single soul
That my soul's gone
It's hard to write this song
It's all a joke
It's all been wrote down by
Someone's that' probably dead

I might be leaving soon
I might be leaving soon

There's laughter from below
It's 1 am how could you have known
The thoughts of silence
That keep me from going
Back to sleep at night
Wish i could call someone i love
To stop thinking of myself
Long look in the mirror,
Just look so empty

You were right
I can't do this
I'm going crazy
It's fine by me
Now you can see
How much i've [bad word] empty

I might be leaving soon
I might be leaving soon
I might be leaving soon

My dreams full of what's not real
I'll fly away and save the world
I'll make you proud someday
I just won't be around to see your face
My life is full of what's not here
I'll go away and save myself
I'll make you proud today
I just won't be around to see your face