All alone in this fucking room, and still you see straight through me.
What that fuck do I have to do? To make you fucking see,
That I've been screaming for too fucking long, for you to just give up on us now.
I've been up all night, searching for an answer to the things that I'm too scared to face tomorrow.
And all I've found, is I'm the only one who's left, with the world on my fucking shoulders.
This is as quiet as quiet can get,
And this is as lonely and loneliness gets.
I still struggle with the things I will never be.
I'm still struggling with the things I will never be.