Well I guess
I still have my conscious
Left inside my head
It keeps me awake
And all these songs that make me cry
I still try to sing them alone at night
But I hate who i've become
All these knots are left undone
I found my home
Deep inside your soul
It was the blackest form
At least it keeps me warm
And all these songs that I still write
I still try to give them
Some sort of life
But I hate who i've become
All these knots are left undone
But I hate who i've become
All these knots are left undone
I'm so bored inside my head
I'm sleeping
I'm so bored inside my head
I'm sleeping
I'm so bored inside my head
I'm sleeping
I'm so bored inside my head
I'm sleeping