I don't [bad word] with [bad word] of this world, but my every single day starts with the ring of an alarm. 
Workaday life swallows you up and sucks out self-control, turning a whisper into a scream. 
Soon you learn to scream silently. 
And then...you get used.

I'm alone in my melange gardens
All I feel is how my heart hardens
I'm alone in my melange gardens
I don't need you to provide guidance

In despair
In despair there's nothing wrong
I deplete
I'll be dead when you hear this song

I'm alone in my melange gardens
Suffocating from this mad silence
I'm alone in my melange gardens
I don't need you to provide guidance

I am here
But I don't know where I belong
Think of me
Think of me when you hear this song

I'm alone in my melange gardens
I'm alone in my melange gardens
I'm alone in my melange gardens
I'm alone in my melange gardens