(White/Armstrong)
Another night alone on a dark road somewhere far away
From my home The summer's on my mind, so far behind
Face in a sink reflects these caffienated insides
It's life scenarios you think of while you're alone,
And on my own Like if my parents paid for everything
I own I could be somewhere in a classroom taking notes
Of things that I already know (or think I do) What
Doesn't kill you makes you grow This nine to five
Turns into twenty-four hours It seems that escape
From this cold, dark prison is a dream My priorities
Are forgotten, stuck in a cycle on your knees I
Deliver in spite to my friends and my enemies Some
Days I stay and lie awake in bed just to breathe my
Quickened heartbeat I Hear Noises overhead, but this
Face isn't strong enough to sleep I have a dream
That I can sleep on my own These days my pale
Reflection can't pretend that this is all I have to
Offer I hear noises overhead but this throat isn't
Strong enough to scream, or so it seems Now I scream
On my own This cup off coffee burning my insides,
And sip after sip I grow and come to realize that this
Is moving on