I never seem to stop thinking It is the worst when I find myself alone Memories sprout from the past like weeds Their misguided roots reach bone
They love to watch me squirm With complicated scripts and plots It's not fun to be kept awake By regret that contorts my organs into knots
Every little secret, wish, and lie Stress concealed carefully during light of day How I long for company other than the clock Lonely hands desperate to interlock and overlay
The purest type of painful suffering That which takes control of my mind It takes its sweet time drowning ideas I choke, oxygen I cannot find
As steadily as life goes on My foolish head feeds dark scenes I am a projector expressing miserable emotions I bring motion to my brain's blank screens
A rainbow of silly mayhem I long to escape taunting greif The twinkling sky offers a chance for salvation Amongst stars I see small shreds of hope for relief