ninety something, one hundred ways, torture comes in waves
you write little boxes, small words, open lines I don't understand
you talk about nothing, you write about lost places, frightened faces this isn't okay I'll remember this next time I find you again
waiting in line times I tried I didn't lie I said everything is fine
in my head it is I keep going down to the dark side I hope you care
one day I'll talk about it, ninety something, a thousand ways, silence is felt indifferent messing with my head bad dreams I won't wake up
it's cold the sounds are gone I feel numb living all alone