Twelve o'clock
And I'm still not dressed
I'm trying to bleed onto paper
But time is not impressed

What Can I do?

Trying to pull out my feelings
But they're deep beneath the day
Time, time, time, time, time
Has hidden them away

What can I do?

I want my jealousy
But he's fast asleep
I cry for my sadness
But he's too tired to weep
I confront my antagonism
But he only agrees
I wish for my vision
But he's not telling me
What he sees

What can I do?

Happy is too neutral
And I know I'm not content
I still don't want to go
Where the others went

What can I do?

I'm [bad word] at my anger
But he don't want to fight
I turn to my conscience
But he just thinks I'm right
My insecurities
They got nothing to hide
My emotions are my enemies
For being on my side

What can I do?

Give me back my feelings
Won't you give them back to me
Give them back