I lie awake in bed all day
Cover my head with the sheets
I'm lost and hurt and I'd die to know
Which path could take me to your arms (if any)

The things I've felt but can't explain
From soaring on clouds to biting my cheeks to dying inside
I can't imagine something harder than this
But that doesn't mean that it's not worth it

My mind often tells me to move on
To search the sea for other fish
But I've already found my Siren
We shouldn't only listen to our minds

So I turn to friends, hoping good advice
None has come so far
Your ears must be burning