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