There's a buzz near my ears,
The windows are open.
I feel the tinge of pain,
It seems to never fade.
My stomach is empty, my heart is full.
Maybe they should switch positions.

A ring made to him.
Plea made to him to help me?
But Pride comes to play.

Green hair, blue car, broken song;
thoughts of the day.
The fake sounds of the rain,
entangled into the real sounds of the electricity,
as the night continues.

Everyday I lay,
Hoping that she will love me;
But she walks away.

So I listen to the buzz,
and feel the pain.
There is nothing left to do,
except wait.
With the hope that one will comfort me,
As I lay awake.