I wish that this room had no windows
So I would never have to let the sun in
My friends all tell me that's not healthy
But they don't live inside my skin
And you dont know what to say
And you dont know what to do
And i guess its my all my fault
For leaning you
But isnt that what friends are for?
To pick you up off of the floor?
To tell you it wont hurt no more?
Not twist your love into a chore
I guess i fell too many times
By scenerios of my design
I fell in love with getting high
Trying to escape my mind