Time is wasted hours
Of morbid curiosity
You sit and you wonder
What the others have to think about me
You feel that same feeling
Now your heart beats a bit faster
You stare at the wall
And think back to all the bad memories
A scream slips outside of you
And you break whatever's on your left
And you take a look inside you
And you see all of what's been left
You cry on the inside
And a little on the outside too
You shake your hand into a fist
And your throat starts to hurt with you