Things you should've said are running through your head
What you could've shown to the people you have known
They don't understand why you're getting out of hand
You'd like to explain, but it would take years
Go walking in the rain to wash away the pain
Wash away the dirt and wash away the hurt
Getting depressed as you're getting undressed
It's nothing new it's been going on for years
And you're being swallowed whole
By just what you don't know
And it's snapping at your heels
Now you know how hard that feels
Lying on your bed pretending that you're dead
Feeling kind of bad bout what you have and haven't had
Too much has been going wrong for twenty years too long
It's only all your life it's only all your years
Go swimming in the sea to drown the misery
Fill the emptiness and kill the something less
Swim back to the shore with forty problems more
It'd be almost funny if it was someone else