"there's banging on the wall. it's 5am, and i've got no sleep at all.
just thoughts of how i might struggle through tomorrow.
too much time in one day. too much time to occupy
the boring thoughts, and boring moods, and boring bedtimes.
won't tell a single soul that my soul's gone; it's hard to write this song.
it's all a joke, it's all been wrote down by someone who's probably dead.
i might be leaving soon. (x2)
there's laughter from below. it's 1am. how could you have known...
that thoughts of silence scared me from going back to sleep at night?
wish i could call someone i love, to stop thinking of myself.
a long look in the mirror, just look so blankly.
you were right, i can't do this. i'm going crazy. it's my body.
now you can see how much i've become empty.
i might be leaving soon. (x3)
my dreams are full of what's not real. i'll fly away and save the world.
i'll make you proud someday; i just won't be around to see your face.
my life is full of what's not here. i'll go away and save myself.
i'll make you proud someday; i just won't be around to see your face."
(carissa's wierd, songs about leaving (2002), 3.parça)
