Same old people same old sounds
Same old kids playing around
Same old voices in my head
Shouting to me that I should be dead
Dead right now
Right now
Don't make a sound
Same old news it keeps circling round
People telling people how they're feeling down down
But what they don't know is others feel it to
Maybe sometimes there's a screw loose
Psychotic kids don't know what to do
Self harms something I wouldn't do
Same old city same old town
Same old streets I'm wandering round
Same old feelings same old head
Same old rules time to go to bed