The seconds, the minutes, the hours,
the time inside my mind stretches on.

Self-awareness has got me buggin' out.

I know this game, I know this chore,
I've done this all one million times before,
but sometimes I just don't wanna be me anymore.

Writers block.

A moments silence for the voices inside my head.

Stillness for now.

But the voices will come back, they always do.